2003-10-27 12:14:58 ET|
I have a wonderful sun-burnt face right now.
It's a very interesting climate right now in Southern California for it is raining ash everywhere. An orange-brown haze is in the air, and air-quality is probably about 175% worse than it already is. Like, I see people with bandannas over their mouths (like the wild west) and think, "damn, I need to get in on some of that!" (I love wearing bandannas all cowboy/gang banger...it makes me feel like a mad muthafucka!)
No, for real, I've been kinda into it. Me and Josh spent all day at Venice Beach yesterday, and it was fresh-as-fuck. Good vibes. Venice has this refreshing quality, even when it rains ash like the holocaust. "THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Good, 'cause I didn't mean it to be funny.
It looks like God was smoking a blunt and accidently spilled his ash tray on So Cal. Actually, I think that's how the enormous fire in San bernardino County got started in the first place...God was passing out and dropped his blunt (and subsequently, spilled his ash-tray). Sucks for them! Just glad I'm no where near that place, but hey, that's how I feel EVERYDAY!
People who watch the news are all alarmed that the whole area's on fire. What do they expect? IT'S HELL IN SAN BERNARDINO COUNTY!!! It's dry, it's ghetto, it's fucked-up looking, and the people are either scary 'cause they might hurt you, or scary 'cause they might call the cops on you. Paranoia-villa!
I'm kinda concerned for my family, but this type of shit happens every year. Last year the Cajon Pass turned into the Highway-of-Fire, which actually leads directly to the very heart of hell: VICTORVILLE!
YAY! AND GUESS WHAT? THAT'S WHERE DANIEL COMES FROM!!!
"Yes yes, I know...'what an honor to be raised in hell' right? Well, it wasn't all debauchary and torture you know...there was also other things like meth and unemployment and really bad radio stations."
WHAT THE FUCK IS MY TRIP TODAY? I'm not in a bad mood or anything, and yet all this angsty painful-memory type shit keeps poppin' up. OKAY, let me tapper this off here...
Hey, I'm doing better. I'm trying not to let myself get the best of me. Money is working itself out, or so I'm trying to convince myself. The lady friend and I have come to a peaceful stalemate, which is better than having a civil war. It's still bullshit, but whatever. I'm not tripping.
I'm looking for a new place to live. In fact, I need to call some peeps and see what exactly I need (credit, rental history, etc) in order to qualify. I'm excited about this move. I'm trying to actualize what I want to happen by taking steps leading to a desirable outcome.
My mind's getting back into shape. I'm getting thristy, know what I mean? Need to quinch that muthafucka.