There's a little bluebird with a yellow bill...
I woke up this morning at 3:20am to drive into Boulda and get Ashley...takin her to the airport. I walked outside of P's house and could hear a huge pack of coyotes waking up. At first I decided that getting up so goddamn early was worth it to hear that, but then I realized that they were living somewhere among the housing development, highway and shopping mall. It made me decidely depressed for the rest of the morning. But then I got to see the sunrise and smell the non-san francisco air and that made me feel a little better. Finally, I dropped my mom's car back off at the house and was reminded of every single summer morning that I have ever had on that block and I felt so good that I seriously considered moving back home for the rest of the summer. Until I realized that would mean living with the dogs and that fuck cat Ozzie. What I mean to say is that it's worth it to be back and not have a bus drive by my window every ten seconds. And not worry about the big windows above my bed cutting me to bits in an earthquake. And not pay over $2.50 for mid grade. If Snoop were here, all would be in place...