freenakedbitches

So I am riding my bike to work the other morning (5:00 am) and I heard someone yell out to me. I almost jumped off my bike. I look over to where the voice is coming from and it is some crackhead fool digging in the dirt in this shaded little street corner. This little corner happens to be where a lot of the deals go down. I'm guessing he was digging for any misplaced items of magical powers. During the day it is to find syringes, baggies, or vials scattered through the area. I make a point to not walk through there with flip flops on.

This Friday that just passed was a blast. I went over to the Northern Liberties area of Philly to get bent and mashed at this awesome little dance party-a-thon. The music runs the gamut of every genre out there mushed into a bastard of a mixer. Rockin' spot. So I was there maybe 5 minutes and a ran into a half dozen people I know. Old friends, ex-girlfriends, girls that should be ex-girlfriends, new friends, friends of friends, guys who screwed girlfriends behind my back. It was like a bizarre class reunion. A very welcome one at that. I got messy the way I know how and danced around like a fool. I couldn't walk anywhere in the place without someone grabbing ahold of me. As the bar closed I went back with some friends to a house a few blocks away to party a bit more. Fuck damn it was a good time.

I have to go sort through pages of capacitors, diodes, resistors, and other electronic do-hickey-ma-jigs. If I only knew what the discriptions actually meant.