oldschool

highlights of my week so far, seem dismal yet profound. I went to the beach, and a little boy came up to me. He lectured me on smoking, his theme was "smoking is bad for you". I am still kind of in awe of that child. I bonelessed over some fireworks lit on the top step of a five stair drop. I made it twice, and face planted into a parked van on the third time. Ultimate evil kneivel skateboarding manuever. I met a 60 year old guy at Lyle's and he understood me. I saw an x girlfriend who tore out my heart. she is fat now, she must have ate it. Simple nothings to remind me that I am alive. I am going to Portland on Friday. I will arrive at 10:56 PM. I have no where to sleep, never really been there before, and dont know any one there. I am stoked.