Thursday, June 12, 2014

See that dust cloud disappear without a trace

I should know better than to post gun nut cartoons on my Facebook wall. I did it last night and aside from one conservative friend who is both intelligent and reasonable (I know, I'm as shocked as you are) who was able to carry on an enlightening conversation, the gun nuts came at me with their usual nonsense. And when I woke up this morning there was more. I don't know why I bother.

Talking to gun nuts is like talking Dexter (my dog); they can tell you're talking, but they only recognize a small number of words and react accordingly before humping my leg.

In all fairness, those things the gubmint has were made  by the lowest bidder so...
I really don't know why I give a shit. I should eat my popcorn and watch the world burn.

Heading up to Monterey for awHile. If you've never been to Monterey, you should add it to your bucket list.

I never visited Monterey with my dad. And yet, the closest I ever feel to him is when I sit in Monterey, on any beach on the peninsula, toes in the sand just... being. I can smell him in the sea air, feel his arms around me as the fog rolls in, when the waves crash. I've been to his graveside once since his funeral. He wasn't there.

I swear his soul decided, fuck it, I couldn't afford to live here when I was alive but you bitches can't stop me now! Lucky bastard.

Okay, no more giving a shit today.