spring has sprung

here they come, the swarm of bees. the sound that starts out like a distant siren and makes your spinal fluid boil as the sound draws nearer. what am i talking about? i am talking about the fuckheads on those stand-up scooters that race up and down the streets of point fermin! back and forth on shepard street. up and around gaffey. in and out of the residential streets. when will this become illegal in california? i have rocks lined up on my porch and i swear i'm going to start chucking them as these bastards zip by my house one more time...

but what's the use? if it's not them, it's the harleys coming to and from walker's cafe. if it's not them, it's a gang of chatty homos on racing bicycles at 7am (and not the good kind of homos), or the military teens on their hair dryers, or a pack of wild, drunken families headed for pt. fermin park, a bad 70's rock band playing in the park, or the neighbors screaming at a sports game on television, or setting fire crackers off on my lawn....

despite all this shit, i love it here.

we went to the dog park today on knoll hill. that was fun.