Proselytize

    I love that she does it and hate that she has to.

    I want this to mean something different because I can't explain it away.

    I don't belong here but no one has actually rejected me, yet.

    Only four more hours until the train spots at the time for the ticket I bought. I might be able to figure it out. Until then, there are the beautiful ocean and women here. There's worse ways to feel as if you might've failed before.

Idioma

     I've likely thrown away more pairs of boots than you've ever worn and you have probably done somethings more cool to you, too. 

Petty

     I tried not and didn't hope to expect much about today but someone else beautiful nearby smells of vanilla out here anyway where, I'm remembering that, somewhere, perhaps, last century, Heartbreakers, would have been an unexpected parkside birthday present, perfectly misunderstood by all parties.

Thoughts When Appropriate is Sleep

I rarely skip Zach Bryan or Cody Jinks, Sublime and Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I never end up skipping Van Morrison.

Del Mar is so fucking beautiful

Rediculous jets roar overhead. Don't worry too much about that. It's only a consequence of whether weather will pay for it being forgotten enough. 

Empirical Now and Hypothetical Then

     If you've ever wondered about inertia, stand and piss (in the appropriate place, please) between those times the train is stopped and moving again.

    No one here, myself included, is home right now when we're all lying to ourselves.

    It's real if she looks back three times, right? Not as if it matters or anything. She walked out with her apparent boyfriend.

    I smoked something near where a guy my Dad knows is on Thursdays, but not entirely on purpose. The cigarette after I realized it was, though. I was pointed out by a dude I wouldn't have expected to. 

    Why do transit cops wear body armor?

oh...

    "Man, I'm almost done with females." "Fuck yeah, fuck-a-bitch." It was announced over the relative roar of their own speaker playing some good shit and the train engine remaining unquestioning. "You ain't gonna be fuckin' gay, tho?" It probably was coincidental, but one of them got off at the next stop after having said he'd do otherwise earlier.

    I'm always awake early again and now I'm remembering that getting up early used to be a tactical thing we did because, when there was only one TV in the house, the early bird got the worm dangled in front of them before it was set on the hook.

    But today, I thought that drinking coffee on a Saturday balcony with a semi-hidden cigarette near the ocean after a long night, now at seven a.m., was supposed and going to be a safe place. It is. I'm just bitching because these morning's kids argue about video games loudly enough to wake up otherwise indifferent neighbors from across the street but not their earnestly indifferent parents from a floor above. Same story with more bits. 

    Junebugs are disgusting and ugly until August when you've suddenly realized that they're our different and their same. 

    I've had 99 Bananas and what a bitch I was.

    I saw a trash bag hung on an end of a fence that looked and felt, from a distance, like a man was there praying. I probably could've realized it earlier. In fact, I argued with myself about it. I don't pray much anymore, but I was inspired for a second or so. I think that I always knew it was a trash bag but, damn, it might've been nice if it had stayed being the thing I saw before I chose to analyze it. It was a praying man for long enough.