You are never alone

The kind of day when you walk everywhere, just to find that undiscovered bench. We found it alright, and guess who had a sit down with us? The type of bitter old man who has stories for days about times when he didn't walk with a limp and the world seemed to make a lot more sense. For anyone who has heard Godspeed you black emperor, the coney island speech comes to mind. After the old man hobbled off...


Dan: "You know who he reminded me of?"

Me: "Godspeed."

Dan: "Glad we're on the same page."

*high five*


This was after our walk through the park. Of course, the path didn't hold our interest much, so we deviated. Wanted to be closer to the water, anyways. We found a lump of coal. Makes for easy chalk, and we wrote "You are never alone" in very large letters on a sizable flat surface, as well as a few other smaller locations near where some deviants apparently do drugs (blunt guts and casings were strewn about). Figuring they would be back eventually, we decided a nice little note like that would maybe help them through their problems. Or give them a laugh. Likely the latter, uncultured fuckwits.


Ipod problems. I'd rather have 99 others. Re-installing itunes was SO much fucking fun. So much fun.

All I've eaten today was a burrito from taco tantos.

We were at firefly for 3 fucking hours. I don't know how that happened. Buncha rowdy ruffians, we are.

I watched Heima, finally. I need to go to iceland before I die. I NEED to do that. It's probably one of the last marginally unspoiled landscapes left in our world. Well, by unspoiled I mean truly fucking beautiful.


The end.