denver. i was in that square state for four days and didn’t see a single fucking mountain. it looked like kansas in the middle of winter with all the clouds and fog and flat dead grass. and me and a friend got kicked out of a bar in boulder for smoking weed. fuck that state.

I put everything you gave me into a jar. I emptied it into the ocean today. Except the quarter. I dropped the quarter into a bus and rode down to Market Street.

A cable car was blocking the intersection and all I could think was, “Come on, Muni, get that fucking tourist trap moving so I can bike through.”
San Francisco doesn’t charm me the way it used to.

“This is the autumn, it will break your heart.” –Hans Fallada
The Drinker

Private Richard Henry watched a formation of birds flying overhead in the clear blue sky. They flew high, towards the heavy mountains covered with snow and fog, and he couldn’t hear them talking to each other. He wondered how cold it was up there, wondered how the birds kept going. Because it was very cold [...]

Henry and Woods drove Martin’s truck through a thick fog to the motor pool. They were the lowest ranking soldiers in the squad, so while Martin and Matson got to watch movies in the large white tent at the bottom of the hill, they had to change the oil or clean the bathroom or spend [...]

I haven’t been reading much Hunter S. Thompson lately, but a copy of Hey Rube sits on my flat’s shitter and I pick it up from time to time while shitting. I’d forgotten how lucid he could be.
“Stay out of Courtrooms–but if you must go in, be Well Armed and Don’t compromise. You are Innocent. [...]

The city feels dangerous tonight. Five people shot in the Tenderloin last night, one killed. The police chased a Mercedes at 110 miles per hour over the Bay Bridge and lost it somewhere in Oakland. Tonight in Rockridge I watched a woman chase a man who snatched her purse. He was fast, she was slow, [...]

Every Sunday I go to work at a major bookstore.
It can be frustrating.
Today, I stood staring at a display. The best fiction of 2008, picked by some experts. I stood there for a long time before a manager approached.
“What’s up, man?” he said.
“Hi, Dave,” I said. “What’s this shit?”
“What?”
“Best fiction of 2008? Is this [...]

“Well I think meself in luck if I get fed on Indian buck
And ole Ireland is the country I delight in
To the devil I would say, “God curse Americay”
For in truth I’ve had enough of their hard fightin’
Hear me boys, now take my advice,
To America I’ll have you not be coming
There is nothing here but [...]