raspberry sundae asks ‘who did you fall asleep thinking about last night?’

and friends

Are the pretty girls in San Diego almost enough to make up for the Padres betrayal?

Want to come drink away a Sunday afternoon with me again?

lets answer questions one and three first.

last night i fell asleep thinking about my true love, and thought about how she was falling asleep probably thinking of another and who knows who he was thinking about. i fell asleep thinking about how that aspect of human nature mirrors human centipede in more ways than id like to think about.

the answer to question three is of course.

which brings us san diego. canker sore of california.

there are a handful of people who id do anything for. danielle k bezerkley is one of them.

similarly there are few things i enjoy more than taking photos. danielle loves posing. and yet i hate san diego so much i have gone down to visit and take photos of danielle a total of three times in the six years she has lived down there.

sure its pretty and quaint and theres a lot of good there.

but theres a psychic evil that keeps me away. and no way could i ever spend the night there.

id never wake up.

couple of summers ago karisa was there with her brother his wife and their daughter – all solid people super fun to hang with and they were staying in this awesome pad. we drank, there was talk of taking in the cubs game the next day. but after i sobered up, i got in my car in the wee hours and drove home.

something pushes me away from there. mysteriously. forcefully.

san diego used to serve a purpose for me. it’s where id piss on my way to mexico.

but i dont go to mexico any more.

and i doubt i’ll be back in san diego for another few years.

you’d probably find me sooner in bc than sd.