Right now I'm pouring out some of my 40oz of Old English 800 for my dead homie the Tatooed Donkey. I should be pouring out some of my own urine, since the Donkey was a piss drinking hippie, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Last time I saw him he was wearing a Phish t-shirt and had cleverly disguised his drink to look like beer. He was a really great guy and it's too bad he had to die. Especially since he had the SG logo tatooed onto his leg.
The coolest thing about living here in Venice is every once in a while I'll look out the window and traffic will be stopped by a family of ducks. A mother with 5 or 6 baby ducks just walking down the street quacking. The babies are so cute.
I wish I could take the warm, dry air and sunshine with me when I go back to San Francisco. sigh.
The coolest thing about living here in Venice is every once in a while I'll look out the window and traffic will be stopped by a family of ducks. A mother with 5 or 6 baby ducks just walking down the street quacking. The babies are so cute.
I wish I could take the warm, dry air and sunshine with me when I go back to San Francisco. sigh.
joscelyne:
You're back! Yey!!!