Being original has always been more of a falsified mantra for me rather than a true testament of my lifestyle. After all, I am the Chinese guy that got a dragon tattoo on my arm cause I thought I didn’t look like that Chinese guy that would have a dragon tattoo on my arm (when…
Haight St is a sub-cultural paradise with slight changes between generations. Our hippies are now replaced with oppressed 18 year old boys talking about how they were deprived of their mother’s nipple post middle school and how I need to give them funds for their molly habits. I mean at least take some proper drugs…
The mud butt god’s must have thought it was pretty funny to give me some sort of poo-poo virus Thanksgiving day rather than the normal food coma that comes from eating the dirty bird. Thank heaven for early Black Friday sales as my local Target was still open past midnight and saved me the shame…
Reality hits in mysterious ways. Almost to the point where I want to drive a No. 2 pencil directly in my eye sockets so I can get that rude awakening that I ever so need. I was scrolling the dial on my rental a few months back trying to get to Howard 100 on Sirius…