I'm twenty one. Its less than a year from graduation and "fucked" is an understatement.
Sunday Bicycle Society. They sure love The Tap and the Sun Bowl. I recently got the hang of skidding on a bicycle. It'd be funner on a fixed gear.
The undead, the dead, and a cougar. Watch out, young men. This one has big claws! 
James and the Giant Fro. Look at the combing action! 
Chino's birthday, and no one told me it was a bandanna themed party. I looked like an idiot. 
Kenley, you were a vocal bitch, and a saint. But Leanne got the best of us both. Who cares about the other one! 
Daniel at Black Market. I saw a lot of people I haven't spoken to in years. Beers were three dollars and up as always! 
Sometimes I write my Mom letters explaining why the car won't be parked outside in the morning. 
Blaine recently got his first tattoo, by Daniel. It was a double whammy. His love of skating and El Paso. I finished The Rum Diary. And I'm close to finishing The Road. I last stopped on a page of cannibalism on The Road. I always found cannibalism fascinating but after this book, I'll pass on any impulse during my apocalypse.
