babyboy is now a maaaaaaaaaaaan
ahh yes. back in the daily grind. i left jersey early, the cold got to me and my job is demanding and i missed my woman. i couldn't get on the greyhound to new york that day, thanksgiving travel. my mother and i rented a car and drove me all the way to jfk which i felt bad about since we were in traffic for hours. i missed my flight, i got on the next. touched down in oakland at midnight thirty. its breezy and beautiful here and the girl and i spent six hours at the metreon that weekend drinking martinis. there was fake snow falling from above and i we were still nice and warm. i'm sorry man. you get used to this shit.
my visit was good. it felt long, then it felt short... i saw my dad for a second, didn't plan on it but we were in front of the old house, all empty and shit... and him and my brother just stood there with their long hair and i waved, then drove away. didn't look back. i can't think about this shit too much, and thats when i thank my lucky stars that i dont have emotional reactions to anything anymore. its like vacation. i came back to san francisco, decided i'm buying a bike. i blew most of my truck money. actually i blew the last of it today, paying off the rest of my parking tickets. its a waste of money but fuck it, its over now. next couple paychecks if i'm good with them i'm going down with t to mikes and picking up a running beater. he aquired a little honda 250 with a kickstart that we rode around in hunters point on saturday till the sky went pink then dark. i stalled a bunch of times but picked it up pretty well after a while and now 'm ready to riiiide. california dreaming.
my visit was good. it felt long, then it felt short... i saw my dad for a second, didn't plan on it but we were in front of the old house, all empty and shit... and him and my brother just stood there with their long hair and i waved, then drove away. didn't look back. i can't think about this shit too much, and thats when i thank my lucky stars that i dont have emotional reactions to anything anymore. its like vacation. i came back to san francisco, decided i'm buying a bike. i blew most of my truck money. actually i blew the last of it today, paying off the rest of my parking tickets. its a waste of money but fuck it, its over now. next couple paychecks if i'm good with them i'm going down with t to mikes and picking up a running beater. he aquired a little honda 250 with a kickstart that we rode around in hunters point on saturday till the sky went pink then dark. i stalled a bunch of times but picked it up pretty well after a while and now 'm ready to riiiide. california dreaming.