beelzarob

Rain in southern Califorinia seems to bring out the worst in people. The first drop and people start steering into people on the road. Be it rubber necking at the accident before or....Fuck it! Some old bag ran into my car in the rain yesterday. In a Mervyn's parking lot nonetheless! I just wanted a scarf and hat. She was sweet though, her fault.
If that wasn't enough backlash from San diego rain, I get home only to find the wood ceiling in my bathroom is leaking. Fucking rain, you can have it Canada. I left the house to put gas in the commy Camry (I hate everyone at this point) and a wirely mustached man askes me for a half gallon of gas with red can dangling in a frail white addict hand. "I just need a half gallon to get home sir" he says. A half gallon of gas runs you a buck fifty here and will get you nowhere. "ohhhhh" I think. Huffing is a cheap high.