God's bedpan......San Francisco

Anthony, Ernesto and i went to San Francisco. It was an interesting trip.

Thursday - Got to Cole's house where we were staying. Proceeded to drink 40's and listen to Chaka Khan.

Went to some dive bar. Cole told me that the answer i was looking for lay within myself. Had to take shots to get over the gayness of the moment that had just occurred.

Friday - Woke up at noon. Went to the modern art museum. Saw some sweet Warhol and Lichtenstein shit. I spelled Lichtenstein right on my first try. I saw a bunch of naked sculptures, and commented to Anthony that i think i could pull off an exhibit called "man masturbating and crying while looking at a Nordstroms catalog". Saw this dude, had to give him change.

Night time, met up with my good friend Bloomy from high school. Bloomy asked her what her favorite gummi bear color was. She had on a North Face sweater and had no morals. Bloomy disappeared for the night.

Saturday - Went to Haight-Ashbury area. Helped me remember why i hate hippies, and their bandana wearing dogs. No, i don't give a shit that you play the tamborine, you're not getting a nickel. Drove out to Walnut Creek for an all out assault on Margo and Meghans lives. To a party bus with a shit load of people we didnt know to a club that i allowed to keep my credit car forever.

I made Margo cry on her birthday, and made some guy want to fight me. Anthony puked on some guy that was sleeping, and spilled Vodka on the couch to mask the smell. I ended up finger blasting some chick while Ernesto laid right next to me.

Sunday - Drive back to LA. Except dont make it cause my tire goes flat while going 90 on the freeway.

We are stuck in the middle of nowhere without anything except our good looks and a guitar stand i found in my trunk. We pop on the spare, make it to the next gas stop, and eventually get fixed up. Remind me to never stop playing R Kelly in my car again, i think it is bad luck that led to the tire incident.