Woke up an hour and a half before my flight to Vegas took off. I packed, rode Dawn to SFO, and made it to the plane with five minutes to spare. Now I'm booking a suite on the Strip and drinking absinthe at nine in the morning, three miles above the ground. Like a boss. Now it's time for cORE, cEVIN kEY, and hot tatted girls.

My daddy died today. He would have liked you girls.

So tonight, my ex accused me of being the most negative person, ever.

So tonight, I was at the most awesomest party, ever.

So tonight, as the party was ending, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, decided to ride off on his motorcycle.

As he left, there a man there, collecting cans.

As he left, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, punched that man.

As he left, one of the boys, drunk as a saint, grabbed the man's cans, and rode off like it was a mother fucking rodeo.

He shamed that man, in front of God and everyone.

And as my brother left...

As he left, even his friends, even his brothers, said...

"Dude, WTF".

And as he left, after punching the man, and stealing the man's cans....

And after he left, after punching the man, I ( and only I...) walked up to the man, and I said...

I said...

"I'm sorry, man. I'm sorry my friend, a man, a brother of my tribe, is an asshole. But you have to know that if he treated you like that, he must hate himself more than you or I know."

I said that.

And the man said to me, as a man, a brother of my tribe, an asshole, rode off into the night...

He said...

"One love, brother. One fight."

And so I ask you, all of you...

How negative am I?

And who DO you love?

FTW.

One love. One fight...

One love, One fight.

FTW.

Well, after a killer vacation in Denver, I'm back to wandering through the boring SF nightlife, and pushing code.

And well. because this seems to be the only really private site on the internet anymore, I just want to state that I'm seriously considering finding a new job.

/vent

A weekend in Denver = The best micro-vacation I've had in a while. Awesome.

Just a random heads-up that I will be in Denver this weekend (Friday-Monday), because I felt an extreme need to get the hell out of SF, but I also want to see Skinny Puppy.

Will prolly spend an inordinate amount of time at Paris and Netherworld, as per usual.

Hit me up if you want a hook up.

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You know you're jaded with SG when...

You're looking at the set of someone you used to have a fierce, heart-stopping crush on, and all you can think is:

"Wow. That's a NICE apartment. I need to get my ass down to Pottery Barn."

Yeah. Vapidity really takes the magic out of it all.

P.S. Just in case you're stumped.

I'm finding myself wanting to wander again. I look to other cities, other towns, and see a freshness that S.F. long ago lost.

I feel entrenched here, stagnant. I want to play again, find smiles, and bask in the sun.

Yet everywhere I consider has cloud cover for nine months out of the year.

Ironic, that.