brief update from behind the redwood curtain
1. the redwood transit system is a sensory bomb. the stink on the morning bus is palpable: stale smoke, sharp stench of drunks' puke, dog shit ground into boot heels, and the cheese-funk of hippie drifter dreads. there are lots of sounds as well: endless babble from the mild tourette's cases, slackjawed boasting from the babythug contingent, snores from the winco night shift guy. i don't mind the sights so much: wan junkies wrapped in filthy tee shirts, shiny new-eyed babies, three-fingered fishermen with salt-and-pepper whiskers (highlights by high life, i'm guessing). it is a filthy, fascinating show.
2. i forgot.
3. day 2 of 27 straight. saving the world = death by exhaustion. apologies to those who should've heard from me by now. i'm feeling a bit walking-dead right now. rest assured that you're in my thoughts.
4. the cat has ringworm, probably. gross.
5. mariokart + bed now.
2. i forgot.
3. day 2 of 27 straight. saving the world = death by exhaustion. apologies to those who should've heard from me by now. i'm feeling a bit walking-dead right now. rest assured that you're in my thoughts.
4. the cat has ringworm, probably. gross.
5. mariokart + bed now.