Time is fucked up, life is fucked up, so let's get fucked up and have the time of our lives

The blog title is a direct (slightly paraphrased) quote from the homeless kid who shared his weed with me today in Lithia park.

It was good weed. I took two baby hits with barely an inhalation and I was strumming along happily on that guitar like nobody's business. It brought me happiness.

I am at the Ashland library looking out the window at the cloud covered hills. Here they are from a couple different windows from this second floor vantage point:



































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I ended up in the park after the waitress at Louie's recommended the park as a point of interest after a slightly awkward silence.

This rings me to a slight tangent I just have to get out of the way.

Women that do not know me: just because I talk to you does not mean I want to have sex with you. I am just talking to you because I enjoy getting to know people. Sex is nice, but not with strangers. So for fuck's sake, have a conversation without the possibility of sex making it awkward in your head.

Okay, now back to the park.
















After walking through the park with my guitar on my back I hear some college looking kids asking if I smoke. I wondered if they meant weed.

Yep, that's what they meant.

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After giving the homeless kid my book The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching I gave another kid a ride to the University, and set out to find this library.

And now, I head south.