On my way back from Christmas at the fam-fam's, dysfunctional as it may be, and this picture pretty much sums it up.
The connection, the intent, the nuts and bolts, the biology are all there. Except something. One thing, tiny as it may be is not plugged in. Instead I have a family that is not connected, is not a family.
Christmas was stressful. I was not my usual bundle of unbridled fun, that I have been often called, instead, I was a little bit emo and distracted. Conversations were trying and convoluted. Emotionally I felt zero ups or downs. Just cold. My family is aging. Poor health seems to be the fruit of the season.
And I leave them. All of them. To come back to the bay. Where I am mostly anonymous. Mostly friendless. My true love is here and I am lonely. When I am with her, it is like delicious cake. But instead of using each other as a crutch, we take precious time apart. This time apart, I don't know what to do. A little bit aimless, restless, and fatigued as I plop over the bar into 2007.
Things are definitely looking up, though, with school, with work, with living with my honey. Change is in the air, maybe I'm just reluctant. Maybe I'm just cold and this whispy bay air has gotten into my bones.
29.12.06
No One Home..
Wurd UP
This is my main homie, Ryan R. He's a bro through and through. But he's my best friend. He's a good one to have in your corner, even though he might be the motherfucker that is pushing you into the middle of the ring. He has a lot of energy and has often showed himself capable of amazing acts of popeye strength. Good heart and all. I just might keep him around and see what happens.
He's getting married in October, 2007. Should be fancy and fun. It will be the first real wedding I will have attended of any friend. I hope to have a small one with a gorgeous buffet sometime. Gimme five years. I'm working on her right now.
This is not, NOT, his car. I would disown the rat bastard.
26.12.06
Portable CHurro-Mobile
This is the best thing ever.
I've talked about this forever, now I've got proof.
What this is, is a churro making machine that you can push around. The Steering Wheel in the upper right squeezes sweet sweet churro dough out into the bubbling vat of oil. The man extracts it out with a thong, rubs it around some brown crystallized sugar, and give you about ten pieces for ONE DOLLAR.
TIJUANA MAKES ME HAPPY.
23.12.06
one hour old graduate
This is my beauty star girlfriend. The title says it all. I stole it off her blog. She makes me really happy, and I'm proud of the fact that we go so much education between us. But the best thing we got is street smarts. Of which, we have an abundancy.
We are kind of awesome and super hot for each other. Coming up on 4 months together and she really is all a boy could ever want. Especially around Xmas time. She loves it, I love it, our cat loves it!!
Thanks Canada, for exporting your loveliest!!
6.12.06
darkie mcdarkieton
I took this photo and photoshopped it for a bit. This is what happens wwhen I have too much free time. I also wrote and made a belated birthday card for my very, very special dearie.
30.11.06
This Woman Rocks My World
Her babies will be my babies and I don't even want to kidnap them and run away to foreign country and paint their eyebrows red and make them sing songs in Gaelic with a Brazilian accent.
29.11.06
I AM A burrito
I pierced this woman at the Power Exchange for a slave auction. She was a Fakir in training. I don't remember her name, I wish I did. I believe she was a Russian Jew, but I don't 'member exactly.
The Power Exchange was creepy in the sense that most of the time, most of the men you see on the street, in their cars, on Muni, on Bart, etc. would much rather be masturbating or walking around with their hands on their dicks. Well T.P.E is that dream come true. I didn't enjoy it, but would not be opposed to one more visit. I am quite the voyeur.
crakk-kore
Yeah... This and more
This woman came into an old establishment of mine and asked for her picture to be taken. She later came in with Polaroids wearing much less, REALLY only a smile! And she was totally into herself and was somewhat convinced that she was the number one numero uno. She wasn't.
So.
She came back a couple of times and attempted to give a coworker a BJ for a tip after he helped her. She managed to pull his zipper and one hand his penis before he realized it was a bad idea. She then gave him her phone number, address, website!, and biz card! She said it would be her pleasure to give him, well yeah... pleasure. She gave him the best times to call for business (she had her daughter Sunday through Tuesday, but could still squeeze him in on those days. We took more photos of her and she wanted us to post them on our bulletin board, which we never did/could/or would have.
12.11.06
23.10.06
I AM A burrito

And I shop for shoes in Mexico sometimes. I personally like DDD but sometimes BBB is all you get.
The amazing picture I did not get was of the PanCakeria!! On wheels. It was this mobile cart with a flat iron and some heating mechanism and this guy would make you a handrolled pancake and fill it with topping and set you on your way. Probably for one dollar US, and half that if you paid in Mexican currency.











