i left my heart...
i totally posted another entry but i cant find it. dude california is fucking awesome. the place i am staying at is off the hook. ilove all my roomates. since weed might as well be legal here, everybody smokes it like tobacco. like no joke, you'll be walking down the street or through the park and a big wiff of pot smoke smacks you in the face. and you look over and it is like 30 year old business men and some dredlocked caucasia-farian kid with his puppy and his bub, puffin away. my friends like to smoke in full-house park which is the park across from the house in full-house. my sreet haight (hate) was like the sight of the hippy movement. well, more upper haight, i live on lower haight where the rats are black not brown. i went to this movie yesterday and it was called "quality of life" and it was made in sanfrancisco and it is about taggers (graffiti artists) and their work in SF. my friends liked it cuz it was about graffiti and we all go out and do it on late boring nights. but these kids defaced like buildings and people's cars, we do street signs. my tag name is AZUL. k bye
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