DUI END | MARCH 24th
There are times when you think you are at your lowest in your life but then through grace of Muhammad the Prophet, Allah, dat dude from hell, oh…and God, more shit happens. Now in my atheist ways of living, I can hardly think these are acts of fate and that these chain of events are supposed to happen for a reason as if they were to mold you into a better person or some shit like. Refer to the scene in Forrest Gump when he’s running and he steps in dog crap and dude next to him is like Oh man, you just stepped in some dog shit! And Mr. Hanks is like “It happens….”…..What?……“Shit”. And that is what it is sometimes. Shit, poop, fecal matter. Sometimes even though life throws so many damn curve balls, out of the blue when you least expect it (and least want it to), more shit happens! I went through this a little over a half a year ago. Without spilling the beans of things, I was in a pretty bad place last year and to make things worse, I received a DUI charge for something that I could have easy omitted only if I would have listened to reason. It put me in a weird funk in life and I can cold hardily say that I have learned nothing from the experience except to drink in disparity. Again, I can save the drinking discussion for another time but on the day of March twenty-fourth, two-thousand and eight, I had finished up my three long months of DUI school. It’s actually not what you think. Most people there were model class citizens with great jobs, a family and a bright future to look forward to. What we say over and over to ourselves is that were in the wrong place at the wrong time, mostly in the city of Berkeley. Quote of that day, a big momma by the name of Jackie said that one day I will find my true wife and the day that I do, I am cordially invited for some quality gumbo at her house in the city of Rich-Town. What a sweet lady.
TACO TUESDAY | MARCH 25th
Next day was a blur. I put in work in the word afterwork fun. Lately they’ve all been the same. I am on the way out, want to get a drink?…..(shrugs head) yeah, why not. It doesn’t take much to put me in the mode. It’s all fun and responsible. Sit and talk and be merry and bright with fellow coworkers. I usually have total disregard in work the next day and even if I do get a hangover, it’s gone in minutes now. Oh…best taco truck in the world is on San Pablo Dam Rd. Four dollars with no tax (used to be three but in these hard times, you can’t blame them) get’s you served.
PEACE TO DA EAST | MARCH 30th
Kind of odd when everything is out. It’s like I was never even there. I’ve been living in the East Bay all my life, only to finally move out to a place that was only 15 minutes from home. Even though, the goal was to build better relationships within people around me and to create some sort of responsible characteristics within myself. It did nothing. So, so, so many bad memories. Drunk nights, bad eating, solitude. I remember the day when I knew I was off my rocker when I bought a 30 pack of beers over food and I only had like $40 in my account. I have no real regrets though, but honestly I didn’t forecast any of this to happen, even though people (individuals) instill this on me that this was by choice and is not an effect drawn by a cause. Trust me, I would have never planned this to happen. It was my last day in my apartment in Hilltop. I packed, slammed the doors shut, gave the keys to the landlord and jetted the fuck out. I had nothing there.
A NEW HOME | MARCH 31st
A move before the big move. More skating, eating, city dwelling, art poopin’ and useless jargon that will all happen while living in good ol’ San Fran.
The view on the rooftop of my apartment in Twin Peaks. Past couple of weeks have been busy but so far, city living is just awesome!….and it’s keeping my mind off specific bullshit to concentrate on other new bullshit. First night out here, met an old hag of a lady that will host a photography show that will display pics of scenes in burlesque theater in the 70’s. Like whorer photos (Horror photos…..it was a stretch) with wine and sushi. Sounds like my cup of tea. Shit is mad fun though and for the next couple of months, I’ll do what I can to enjoy whatever time I have out here since it will be a short one. So FYI to my East Bay compadres……get your licks in now cause if I don’t kick it with you now, see you in ten years! Plus at this rate, I will be never coming back over on the other side of the bridge. Special thanks goes out to my brother, Irene, and Ryan for the help with the move. I couldn’t have done it without you guys. And another special thanks goes to Michelle for making this all possible.
ONE-HUNDRED | APRIL 1st
I went to the shop yesterday finally after work. I knew what to expect but yet was still surprised and amazed in different ways. So the only lil’ gripe that I have is yes, the inside is super dark. I get the asethetic of it but it almost (I said almost) doesn’t function right. I especially had a hard time just checking out the jeans and looking at the actualy color in a proper light. But then yet, I didn’t get to try it on in the fitting room and I did go on a sunny day which added to my impared vision. Aside from that, just looking around and forgetting that this is a “street wear” brand (not a boutique store) and not a collective of brands is quite amazing. Even the shelving with the high gloss coating, lights on the ground, the rocks, skulls….all add just a nice touch to even compliment the clothes. I even thought it was closed at the time cause of the “bomb proof” door but it just slid open and kind of actually made me jump a lil. All in all, it is what people say and it just has that high attention to detail that fits well in the downtown part of SF. And I thought RVCA on Haight had something going but the Hundreds just took it to that new level….anyway, thumbs up.
