Devastation in the Form of Unrivaled Happiness

written 11 Aug 2006 while the school buses headed home

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Personal blog journal entry: So yeah…phew yesterday was a long one.

I began the lifestyle I lead by walking many blocks through San Francisco’s pussy excuse for a ghetto, the Tenderloin, to take a stroll up Haight-Asbury. It was a cool place with lots of local flavorful shops and a good mix of bums, hippies, tourists and grannies. Blah blah blah the day proceeded, I ended up finding a bar you could smoke in, bummed out about a pack and a half of cigarettes, smoked a greener in the bar with some lo-cals, then found myself in a cigar joint drinking fine wine with fucky rich execs and smoking cigars to boot. I capped the night off with getting completely lost and ended up paying a bum $20 to show me the way home. I only promised her $2 but thought that the tip was in order. Also, I pretended like I only spoke French to her pretty much the entire time, then busted out right at the end with some hard-earned English.

Woots and tunes!

4 people chatting it up...

  • That is soooo wrong! the most you’ve ever tipped me is like a measly dollar… and then you were like, “I’m only joking, like give it back dude.” I was like, “whoah man. At least 20% for services rendered.”

    I was soooo bummed out. It was such a downer.

    - the dudette | 08:11pm 11 Aug 06
  • hahaha!!! That is so funny! Man, so how well do you speak french?

    - nykki | 08:51pm 13 Aug 06
  • exquisement!

    - n | 09:17pm 13 Aug 06
  • “squeezably!”

    - olivia | 02:54pm 15 Aug 06

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