"i can get drunk for two dollars"

i like unnecessary preliminary knowledge.

i am too lazy to describe the context of that thought

yesterday was one of the few days where i marveled at everything in bellingham

it seemed very scenic and pleasant and john feodorov gave a presentation which was good

me and lindsay biked to walgreens to get film developed. eric (employee) said there had been an increase in birthing - photos and he had to look away a lot when processing photos

the night had very nostalgic characteristics; dark turquoise summer sky and small city lights,

i could feel the cold sea air, riding bikes in this top left corner of america. really home, for once.

downtown there was a classy man playing the accordion with a very-unsober man playing the harmonica. we stood on a corner with them for a while.

also joining us was the black man who carries a huge ghetto radio on his shoulder.

this anecdote does the situation 2% justice.

some hobos invited us to sit with them on dirty steps and they told us stories and a girl with rotted front teeth was blown away with how beautiful I was and kept telling me about it.

recalling later is hazy; feeling really shitty about the usual and good about being drunk on a porch.