Fast times in L.A.

All in all I liked L.A., I hated its public transportation system and general city planning is shit, but all in all it was an interesting town. Just like any other place I have ever lived, from New York, to St. Louis, to here in S.F.; it starts off so shiny and new and full of amazing wonder, then slowly fades to fact of life day to day monotony. Although I don’t think I could ever live there or ever get used to seeing people I had previously only seen on television or my computer screen up close and in person. I also don’t think I could live there without seriously learning Spanish and possibly Korean. The weather (much like the traffic) is everything you have ever heard. Two months and it didn’t rain once, the sun shown ever day down on beautiful palm trees and unbelievable attractive women in skimpy clothes. There were defiantly moments that felt like a David Lee Roth cover of a Beach Boys song! The sheer expansiveness of the city was daunting at times. It felt like L.A. was just a blanket name they gave to five cities which met at the center. Continue reading Fast times in L.A.

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Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

One of my old home-boys from ATL came into town this weekend, and it was a blessing. Before he showed up Thursday I hadn’t left the house in five days. I am becoming so walled off in my shitty apartment that I have long since forgotten how to act around real people. Despite my utter and complete lack of funds we managed to get thoroughly fucked up on cheap beer and some pot brownies my only California homie had given me. We had a little herb too so we made due. The first night we crushed a case of Miller High Life and caught up on each others lives. I didn’t have much to say other than I write a crap ton of blogs and spend all my time online. The next night we went out early i the day and I showed him all of the beautiful young girls down in Berkley, Continue reading Ever since Billie Joe Armstrong clutched that monkey…

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Garduaton/Vacation

Sometimes I think I’m alone and then moments like that happen and I feel connected. I know I have family out there. This whole trip has reconnected me with that feeling. I hope it last but I fear it won’t. The graduation itself comes up quick. the sun is high and it’s nearly a hundred degrees out. I cn’t breathe in my cheap polyester suit. everyone warned me against it, but I’m stuborn and I wanted to treat this as special as it is. Most kids who’ve went through as much trauma and loss as my sister would not have made it. Most would have turned to drugs or alcohol. Continue reading Garduaton/Vacation

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