As of late

The more I think about it, the more I want to get back into fighting or at least training again. I don't know. I just feel like Muay Thai is in my body and blood. I need it, and I don't feel like I am complete with out it. It is just such a huge fee. Damn gymns are too expensive.

these things suck

Night time dates suck for getting to know each other. They are good for getting your date drunk. Getting yourself drunk. Making out. Eating a meal. Being awkward. Trying your hardest to be funny. Being even more awkward. Not really listening. Going home feeling like a failure.

Body heat, flesh touch, breath and scent.

I used to not cuddle. Not to sleep that is. Don't get me wrong, I am probably the most affectionate person alot of people know. But I need my space for sleeping. I am also a furnace when I sleep. It could be 10 degrees outside but if I have someone sleeping next to me I need those windows open...

(aside: I realize as I am writing this that I don't even care about the subject matter and if I don't care I can't expect you to give a rats ass either)

In summation I guess what I am trying to get at is that I have met my match. I have met the one who, even as I sleep, I cannot let go of. I have never had so much fun waking up, dozing off, and waking up.

I could go on about this and other things but my mom might read this.

I am back in the city now

So I have a new place on Geary btwn Van Ness and Polk. I love my new hood...even though my heart will always be in the Lower (not upper) haight. I am still lacking a lap top so my internet time has been greatly reduced.

I also have an amazingly pretty, wonderful new girlfriend. She does hair at Edo Salon in my old hood. The first week we were dating I was flipping through a mag while on the toilet and stumbled across her picture and interview. You have no idea how cool that feels. To this day I still feel like I am dating a celeb...I would probably still feel that way had I not found the article. I'm so proud/falling for/cannot do with out my gf.

I also have a new job. I am now working at a great little ad agency in Jackson Square. Amazon Advertising. I work as the Production Assistant, I am also involved with new business and account planning. I am so stoked to be here. While I do miss riding my bike and rafting and being outside barefooted and bare chested working with such awesome people and on such great accounts makes it worth it. I feel like this could turn into one of those life altering/lessons learned/personal development experiences.

Lets see, other than that....

DreamWorld=Lots of bike dreams.

Thats it...

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Last night someone died outside my window.

I was reading my book, waiting to get lost and block out the sounds of thugs rapping, fighting and drinking in the street. Finally, I reached the point where all I could hear is the hhhhhrrrrrrmmmmmm of my refrigerator. I don't even remember falling off to sleep.

At 3:34, I remember because I always look at the clock first thing when I open my eyes, my building shook violently from an explosion in the street. I could feel how weakened my building had become. How the walls could come down at any second. I look over and see that there is light shining in through the cracks in my closet. In a state of confusion and panic I choose this as my escape route. It finally occurs to me that, in my confused state, I might be mistaking my closet for my window for my door.

A change of plan. I rip a pair of slacks from their hanger, I was naked up to this point, and begin leaping across my room and tugging and pulling them up my legs. Lights are flashing in through my window, shots are being fired. I can hear shouts and glass breaking across the street. With my slacks finally fastened I leap across the hallway into the bathroom. It's dark in here. And then the silence hits me. Quiet. Still. Nothing moves. As I creep back into my bedroom to investigate I almost expected my furniture to be panicking at their inability to flee. To look to me to help them out. But nothing. They just sit their. Like nothing happened. I take off my slacks, lie them over the back of the chair and sit at the foot of my bed for what seems like an hour but I'm sure is only a few minutes. Just sitting, holding my face in my hands. Waiting for my nerves to settle so that I can go back to sleep.

My new, favorite, CHEAP!!! places to grubb...

Lee's Sandwiches
625 Larkin Street @ Willow St.
San Francisco, CA 94109

Little Henry's
955 Larkin Street
(between Cedar St & Post St)
San Francisco, CA 94109

Shalimar
1409 Polk
San Francisco, CA 94109

SFFixed

SFPD is cracking down on major crime. They are now spending hours of each shift sitting on their motorcycles near intersections and stop signs. Bicyclists be ware, they are ticketing only you. Cars, don't you worry about those stop signs, roll right on through. But you, you dirty cyclists, don't you even think about entering the intersection with out coming to a full and complete stop.

This feels dumb.

Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey...

I like getting up at five in the morning and riding my bike all over the city. Makes me feel tough, purposefull, important and a little bit secretive. These are things I'd like to feel more often.

Last night I got my foot bitten off...

Last night I went for a hike up some cliffs off the beautiful Aegean Sea. With me were Spencer and some other kid I had met in the bike community. We get to a nice jump rock, probably about one hundred feet up and we all leap. I hit the water and immediately come down on some coral. My foot is gashed up pretty bad, basically cut in half. I swim over to some shallow rocks to the guys and show them. It doesn't hurt but I am, for some reason, extremely worried about getting it dirty on the hike out. just then the dood that I don't know that well is all "Uh-oh" and nod to a shark swimming in my direction. I scramble up the rocks a bit, dragging my leg behind me. I get my body high enough out of the water but for some reason I can't get my foot out of this pool of water on the shallow rocks. The shark swims up and clamps on. Both Spencer and dood are like "Well...Shit. What are you gonna do now. That sucks." Mean while I am trying to pry open the jaws with my hands and kicking it in the face.
I woke up to crack addicts singing the gospel.