mrginger

I woke up from bad dreams to sounds of gunshots at 5 this morning. Unless I dreamed the gunshots too. I couldn't get back to sleep so I walkjogged from 5:30-7:30. It felt a little strange, but you should have seen what I coughed up. It had legs. Smoking is bad, I know, but that 1/2blunt I have left from last night is looking mighty tasty right now. It should be, being that mmgood superskunk. I think I'll wait. I have a trail jiujitsu class at 10:30 and I want to be sharp.

San Diego's nice. I live down the street from a park that I can see the entire bay from and about 10 blocks from the beach. Its been a little overcast since I got down here on St.Patty's, but its still more vitamin d-lish than ol' Humboldt.
Speaking of vitamins, I think I'll disolve some emer'gen-C.

I have a friend who lost his father a couple months ago. His dad punked him a lot when he was young and he always felt he had a lot to live up to. So now his issues with his father are in limbo. Maybe even magnetized. But this dude is not addressing his troubles. So now, he'll be out partying and suddenly find himself involved in confrontation. He got thrown in the street the other night by five bouncers. This dude's headed for disaster because he never stood up to his father. I wish I new him better. At least well enough for him to talk to me. Even then, I don't know if I could really empathize. My Father's still alive.