So far, being in the desert has been a mixed bag. Yes, it is tough living so far from what I have become accustomed to, and I was reminded of this at 4am when the girl I recently met began talking about eating fresh crab on the penninsula (Balboa).
I miss the ocean and everything that comes with it. I discovered that a lot of the younger crowd out here in the drylands actually spend a remarkable amount of time in OC and San Diego. One even lives there for 4 days out of the week, working at a bar there as well as the Red Barn here.
Ah yes, the Red Barn...my oasis in the desert of culture and modern living. Punk chicks, bro's and the ubuquitous drunk girl and her mom fighting nearly each night. Reminds me of OC more and more.
So, am I finding myself? Losing myself? I know I am heading down a terrible path. The girl is about to begin house arrest for her second DUI. I have isolation, and yet I am doing whatever I can to avoid it.
Oh, whoever gave me strep throat, I hope you fucking die.
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16 years ago
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