Jason called me this afternoon asking if I wanted to see Dawn of the Dead with him. I hadn't seen him a very long time so I went to pick him up. He's doing well. My CD player barely works, so during the ride we discussed Greg Graffin, religion, Jason's Johnny Cash tattoo, his car troubles, and all sorts of other things. We hadn't seen each other in person since June, I think, so we had plenty to talk about. He always has to play one of the arcade machines at our crappy little theater. This time it was Crazy Taxi. I had that game at one point. Anyway, the movie was pretty good (8/10), better than I thought it might be at least. After the movie we went back to his house and hung around for a while, talking about anything and everything. His room is still decorated with MxPx and Marilyn Monroe posters. He's still the same ol' Jason.