I got this really neat poncho.

I stole it from a homeless man after I beat him to death with his own shopping cart. My grandma used to say golly doodle to. She said it when my mother and uncle dug a hole and covered it with leaves so she would step on it. I think that is funny but mean.

 

i once ate a runaway desk. my dog told me it's ok, and i'm a flies in the nutter. poop licking compact disks ran grandpa off the road into flannel penthouse. fucking douchebag

 

Ahahah... poncho.

 

i love rain gear

 

It's neon lime green. I actually got it on Haight Street when I went to San Francisco earlier this year.

 

i hate haight street

 

I don't see what's so special about it these days myself. It was too cold and too windy.

 

I kind of do too. I think on about half of my acid trips I walked down Haight St during the come-up.

 

it always gets extremely windy when you're walking uphill and hit Buena Vista.

 

yeah its like, bead shop head shop bead shop head shop bar head shop ben and jerrys vintage shop..

 

Oh. I made the mistake of putting my feet in the ocean as well.

 

in Haight's defense, there is Amoeba music.

 

I tried to sleep on that beach once. kind of awful.

 

Amoeba IS really cool, i was able to buy CDs there that are hard to find off-line.

 

and they have some badass posters, none of which i could afford, but whatever.