Train Brain

I rode with train with these two kids. They were drinking vintage Four Lokos and talking up a storm. Their conversation mostly consisted of tales of S-ing on D's and pulling T-strings from peoples V's. Flaming Blaque was wild n' out. Bleachy Pop Tart was a little tamer. That's not saying much.

GOT ROBBED

I'm from the westside of Phoenix. The boys here still dress like it's the lowridin' sixties; white t's, wifebeats, Chuck Taylors and Dickies. A lot of people in this neighborhood have cursive tattoos of their girlfriend/boyfriend's name on their neck. I wonder how many of these people are still involved with the one who's name is on their neck. It's important to remember that you'll get several chances at romance but you only have one neck. If you're not from West Phoenix, please be careful there.

Los Angeles in a day

I live in the desert in the northwestern most part of town. If you drive south or east it will be 45 minutes before you get anywhere good and if you drive north or west it will be a lot longer than that. On Saturday we got in the car and drove north and west, further into the desert, past the windmills and old miners' shacks. We drove and we drove until a great city was born of the barren stillness. Beyond the great city was the ocean. We had been here before. We we were in Los Angeles.

fireside chat

We had a bonfire at Meg's place. Megan, Alsion, Me. Megan and I learned about bicycle co-ops and perverted sex from Alison. We taught Alison about Transgender issues and African House.