carnalascetic

I remembered why I don't go downtown S.L.O. much anymore. I went out for one of my dawgs birthdays (he just turned a ripe old 23) and we hit up a couple of the bars. Goddamn. It was like a fucking Abercrombie and Fitch commercial out there. I don't know why it bothers me so much...I guess it shouldn't. Even when I see a raised f-150, board shorts, or a nor cal sticker I want to smash out a window with my forehead or stab myself in the balls with a pencil. I think it's just because it's SOOOO prevalent here. Same vehicles. Same clothes. And most of all the same shitty attitude. I can't believe most of these fucks are going to the college here and are more unschooled and ignorant than some of the construction laborers I used to work with. And Cal Poly, SLO is supposed to be a hard school to get into. Oh well. I'm over it now (that i'm 3 more REAL cocktails deep). And sleep sounds good. Soooo good.