having returned from the east coast, I did drink til aftermidnight. It was another drinking-on-a-nonscheduled-drinking-night-but-I-found-an-excuse-night. Namely, it's Tomb Sweeping day and I got kicked out of my family so I have no tombs to be swept. RMJ and I went to a spot just north of our last camping adventure, and this one was even better. I don't even have as many bug bites. But I have a lot. SS called me from Melbourne, he'll be here in a couple of weeks and I hope we can skate. Then I thought, fuck it, I'm going t odo a trash run and buy some beer. On the way back, a skater was at the stop light. "where is 101?" he asked, "I'm from Morrocco." Fucking happily, I showed him the way. He seemed stressed about getting back. Inshallah, ride safe.
Lzyk only responds with one or two word answers. At least we'll always have Paris.
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