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Well...

It's Day 3 of my exile in Fort Lauderdale. I'm working, sort of, at my Dad's grocery store; about 12 hours a day. I screw around on the computer. This is a dreadful business to be in. But I get to eat all the free filippino food I can stand.

~ CHAPTER 103.7 ~

"Cowboy Mike revisted"


In addition to being somewhat obsessive-compulsive, I am a model procrastinator. Which means I'm totally dedicated to doing shit at the very last minute. This is a condition I had to grow into. At six years old, I often collapsed on the floor in foaming-at-the-mouth discombobulation if faced with too many choices.

I figured out how to recognize...
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Hey kids.

Well, it's taken a while but it looks like I'll finally be headed to Florida, I booked a flight for the 10th. I'm ignoring the voice in my head that tells me it's a bad idea. But I need a change of scenery.

I have ... arrived.


Well, actually, no. But - by the time anyone gets around to reading this, and who the hell knows when that could be, I probably will have ... arrived. I will have arrived, in ... some kind of ridiculous La-La Land of my own design. Nevertheless, I anticipate arriving ... wherever, let's just call it an unspecified state of being...
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My 40th birthday is not too far off, and I'm not really bothered by it. In the past, getting older was always a subject of despair and neurotic immolation, with a bit of intoxicated ranting and drooling thrown in for good measure. Now, for reasons I don't care to analyze, I'm at near total peace with myself.

If there is one lesson in life I'd...
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I just received some distressing news from back home... an acquaintance from ASU shot herself at her mother's home in El Paso last weekend. She'd been in a deep depression for several months. Apparently, it was a condition she'd struggled with for a significant portion of her life. She was only 23. There were some who saw this coming, including myself, but it's still a...
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All in all, Stockton was actually kind of nice, but there wasn't shit to do. So, out of boredom, I trekked to Sacramento where I did a bit of sightseeing. That lasted about an hour. Strangely, I didn't encounter a single living soul all day long (which was also kind of nice). Eventually I found my way down to the river and smoked a joint....
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Howsitgoin?

I'm in Lodi, California - you're not missing much.

Generally speaking, the scenery is lovely; then again, I'm from the desert. I have a thing for trees.

White women won't give me the time of day (no surprise there). The rednecks are a bit like the ones back home. The stoners here are altogether different, though. I bought some chronic from a kid with...
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Spring has sprung in the bush. Here, It's bright enough to burn you and cool enough to shiver in the shade; nearly everything is green and invariably sweet-smelling. It is so damn beautiful my eyes are watering as I write this. Life, in forms that I don't even want to imagine, erupts from the desert floor in all its nauseating glory. I like to think...
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I have accepted... system restore. Into my life.

Sobriety is... boring. Sorry.

It's probably the worst thing in the world for me, but I'm working my way through a large supply of beer. It's a beautiful day outside, perfect drinking weather. I wouldn't be drinking if I hadn't run out of weed. And I probably wouldn't be updating this thing if I were baked.

Today, my company is the birds and the bees. The birds don't really...
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