Well, I'm sure you can guess where I was from the title.
I looked like I was crying during dinner from the amount of wasabi I ingested with my roasted eel, the steamed seaweed was really good though.
And a couple of drunk guys randomly came up and hugged me.
"Are you a Chargers fan?" They asked.
"Maybe. What's it to you?"
"We love you anyway,"
And then one of them walks up to Mister J and says, "Sorry, I hugged her..."
They walked away rejoicing over the fact that they can still get drunk at the bar, to ease the pain of the fact that the Chargers lost.
I still hate American football.
Just realized how long it's been since I checked the World Cup scores.
What have I learned this year?
The word "never" doesn't belong in my vocabulary, contrary to my former belief pretty girls should light their own cigarettes, Tom Petty is always right, I'm wrong more often than I think, some bridges are better reduced to ashes, I still drive too fast.
I was standing on a hill in Ventura staring at the city lights, it reminded me of my favorite place to smoke in Ocean Beach...
How could I have grown to hate the city lights so much?
Reality and adulthood isn't as grandiose as I had imagined it to be...
I forgot to see the beauty, because I felt as if I was being consumed by the ugliness in this world.
Unsavory characters, questionable morals, and such.
The past doesn't matter the way I thought it did.
It hardly matters at all...
There's a tomorrow somewhere, because we're still on our way to reclaim our happiness.
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