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DO I SOUND LIKE A JACKASS? 2003-02-17 | 10:31 p.m. You know what.....who really cares if I can't spell. I am a little embarassed about all the errors in my last entry, but shit give me a break I could hardly see the letters on the t.v. screen. So here I am, home. Whoopty fricking do. I really like San Francisco. I got off the bart train at the civic center to find myself in the midst of a peace rally. It was actually breaking up at that point but still, you don't walk into that shit everyday. It felt really good to be around people who care about things other than themselves and thier cars. Everytime I visit northern CA. I find myself trying to explain my feelings to my friends. It's almost like I'm trying to justify something but there's really no need. Everyone already gets it, that's why their there. There is just this overwhelming sense of humanity. When you're walking down the street you are actually forced to interact with people, like it or not, it just happens. I love it. I got to listen to people speaking french while I was eating Senegalise cuisine and I walked through the misson in the rain and took taxi's that drove way to fast and rode the bus and bart and I feel like it all went by way too fast. I saw kids with mullets and men wearing members only jackets. There were stupid Berkeley students whooping it up on the train and homeless men asking me for change then trying to sell me coke. Beautiful. When I lived in Oakland I think I took the wonder of it all for granted. I mean the neighborhood shootings were pretty sucky but people get shot in L.A. all the time and as cities go it pales in comparison to the Bay. So I've decided, I'm never going to live anywhere else. As soon as school is over I'm renting a u-haul and dragging my ass straight back to where I belong. San Francisco or Oakland or somewhere close. Los Angeles, land of opportunity, be damned. You have nothing to offer me. I will travel and see the world but never once will I willingly return to this suckfest known as so cal. So okay then bye bye diarists.
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