Instead of going on patrol I hung out at Mitch and Lisa's and ate spaghetti. Mitch and I polished off a few bottles of red wine and played his new game Katamari Damacy on his PlayStation.
Not to take anything away from Halo 2, but Katamari Damacy is The Shit. It's this trippy Japanese kid's game that looks like it was designed by a bunch of gay Japanese ravers on acid who watched Yellow Submarine one time too many. Watch the opening sequence here. You're this little dude who rolls a katamari ball around picking up stuff, and there's this surreal king character who vomits rainbows and... It's insane. After Lisa went to bed, Mitch and I snuck out on his back porch and smoked a joint*, then went back inside and drank more wine and played this game until 3 AM.
I felt vaguely guilty about not going on patrol, but hey, I'm still recuperating from my back injury and there haven't been any Jet Pack Mafia robberies lately, so whatever.
*Kids, don't smoke pot.