Saturday, June 12, 2004
| awe hell naw, whassup dawg... 
back like a rebel makin' trouble, i didn't get to see 'breaking away', suckaz wouldn't take credit cards (that's just how i roll, baby) and then the atm tried to take a col' $3.50 of d's duckets...'are you outta ya f*ckin mind?!' anywho, it's about 3,000F in austin today, making me wish the rains were back, but iss all good. a little sweat never hurt anybody, but you can bet it made their balls smell somethin' awful. ----------------------- roadtrip sf, 2004 is on it's way in the near future. i think i'm heading out tues evening. should be good, haven't been back in a while and i'm ready to visit mi hombres and hit the old spots: mitchell's, pancho villa, sanoma, pedal revolution, tahoe, + maybe go see the jiu-jitsu dudes and carley...man, i hope they don't want me to train, i'm too old and they'd break me anyways. ----------------------- been reading fante lately, he's about as close to bukowski as you can get. good stuff. i remember king mentioning some ish about bukowski being literature for those that don't read...thought that was kinda funny. ----------------------- gonna go see what they have at camp fig tonight, should be good. prob go to see acid mothers temple too, at emos i believe. but hey, who gives a doo-doo, other than me-self? ----------------------- gonna try + talk miguel into building a quarter for the driveway. takin' it back, i need to skate every now and then.
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ain't that the damned truth...actually, it's the brown skinned ones giving me trouble lately...latin. i guess it's the puerto rican in me. as opposed to the puerto rican in you, but we won't bring up you, brad harris, + huntsville.
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