“Well,” said Rayon Starpuncher to the policeman, “I sure could go for a little human kindness right about now.”

A whole generation of people pretending like they’re not taking a picture of themselves as they take a picture of themselves

fuck pan flute

if i hear one more person play pan flute

or one more drum circle from the house next door

or see one more person do yoga stretches at a stop light

well, then i might actually just get it over with and throw myself off the golden gate bridge

So everything is definitely giving us cancer right

Well, I definitely just walked around North Oakland with a $3 bottle of wine. When I neared the Wolf Hound I hid the bottle behind a tree and went inside. I got a whiskey sour and sat alone at the bar. I drank it fast. The place was mostly empty and it creeped me out that there was no music. Back on the street I retrieved my wine and headed toward the Berkeley Hills and then looped around and went west toward the San Francisco Bay. God knows where I was in places in between. At one point I ended up in the smallest park in Oakland, where my friend Megan Beard took me in the fall a few weeks before I moved into the neighborhood. She’s gone now, but I wished she was still here. I thought, hell, the whole god dang world done passed me by, huh. I thought also that a wine bottle would make a good weapon if it really came down to it.

The weather is nice and it smells like flowers sometimes but I sure as shit don’t give a damn about the rest

At this point I hope Western Civilization sticks around just long enough for me to see the next Nicolas Winding Refn movie a few times

I am good at remembering how to spell words