shawndaddy

The last couple days have been the California equivalent of the Ice Age.

Last night I was enjoying a pipe (tobacco, not weed) while walking down my street past a row of Palm and Avocado trees in 40 degree weather to watch Santa and Mrs. Claus drive past me on the back of a flatbed truck. It was surreal, to say the least.

All the while, my son and girlfriend ran around with the wind moving them back and forth, looking like a pair of retards trying to roller-skate.

It was a beautiful sight, and the perfect beginning to the Christmas season.