101 Get-a-'bout alley...

I've been workin' far too late...

...And spending too much time on Second Life... projects run long into the night also.... and exploration is addictive especially with pretty little pixel-women who lead you around...

and as a lift...

I just saw the most adorable thing. (and I’m gonna’ share it) I was standing in line at Smart and Final behind a small Latin-American woman. She was with her three children. One little boy was secured in a stroller, might have been 1 or 2yrs old. A cute little 4yr old girl, a sister I imagine, was playing peek-a-boo games with him. At the register was another sister, maybe 7yrs, standing by her mother. The Cashier scanned the items and asked,
“Ma’am, do you have a Smart and Final card?” then the little girl said in perfect grade school English,
“She left it at home.”
“That’s $36.42 then”
The little girl looked at her mother, pointed at her wallet and touched two twenties. The woman paid and gave her daughter two quarters, who ran and deposited it into the candy machine as fast as she could. The woman never smiled during all this. I suppose she’s a little intimidated by the process, but the little girl gave her so much support and respect. It was completely endearing. You can sit through “In America” for two hours to get that feeling, or you just stand by a checkout line in East LA for 15 minutes. It’s funny.

Escaped Pismo,

... shook off the shackles successfully enough to shoot south on our beloved and wriggle my way into my buddys birthday club-bash. He attended the Allan Bar Sinister congregation back in June, so’s I gotta drag myself into his pleasure dome, Spundae.

Sister Julian and Steve enchanted the night with attendance. Listen, I want a surface in my apartment wallpapered with her costume changes. For every evening out, She manufactures a dark, romantic vision with each ensemble she gathers to her lovely structure. The lady knows.

I manage to successfully tempt the beau into common Spun indulgences. And I also enjoy a healthy roll, sans two bumps: 

• The appearance of the young 'un (in which I barely warmed awkward over into civil).
• Being blushed by Julian's request (with her mention of her sister's availability, ...and my crush). 

The drinkin, drugs and music were a’plenty, and I was able to yank out a few more folks for the occasion. We’re all still cracked out and recuperatin’ from the many indulgences. It was a good Saturday night.

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The flag in Pismo. You can see me from the California artery.
Surrounded by squeaky estrogen buds at every angle, I corral the coeds into their new jerk-coffee shop jobs. It continues to drag.
There’s a Creative Writing Professor, that I managed to throw two glasses of wine at in the valley last Saturday night. She grabbed me by the collar, commented on the smell of scotch, and planted one… can I yank her out on the town again? Nah, I gotta’ show twenty-something wanna’-bes how to sweep a floor in some sleepy beach town. They will bat the eyelashes and snap towels to get my attention, but that dog no longer hunts in the sorority. Never did.
I am in the netherworld of our beloved highway, my friends. Where your footsteps and laughter beat so faintly.

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Work rarely corners me...but here I am ...bored and anxious in Pismo...dont wanna look for a dive...dont wanna go back to the hotel...dont wana read a book...just wanna sleep in my own bed, with my own sheets with a girl who knows me....

Rocks were a’plenty

...but silence has been challenged. Took in a good hike, charged up the heart only to test it later in the evenin’ against booze and smoky rooms.
Pulled Daddy-X out for the night and threw an Irish Car Bomb down his throat. He forgave me and kicked my ass in Cricket. During all this I danced a little to close to the past and fell a fast into the arms of an old flame. My cunning plan of staving off the liaisons for a while was falling apart on the barroom floor. I used the only riot defense I had on hand, I poured the booze until I was last man standing. I slid her off into her house and she passed out.
Drove far to fast in the Volvo, you do 120 and ya’ don’t even feel it. AZ awakens the “Duke-boy” in me, too much road & too much distance to keep the hot-rod hillbilly at bay. I got home and slept far too long.
Dreamt of working at a Skating Rink. I was issued 70 white roller-skates to give to customers and had to make sure they were all returned by the end of the shift. The Building itself was dank, old, and dreary. The carpet was wet. The bathrooms were like Gym lockers caked in grime. I lost my shoes at one point and walked in the moldy mire. The boss asked that I participate in a taste test of roasted co-co beans. He mentioned I had no shoes. I told him it didn’t matter ‘cuz I was dreaming. He was shocked. I told him he was only an object in the dream and I wasn’t gonna' hang around and try to have sex with anyone (which is the tendency of most male lucid dreamers). I just wanted outta’ the dream and would be waking up at the first chance. When I did exit, I went online and discovered that last night I had joined 3 SG groups and took a guy’s Queen in Canada (also lost a Knight to a guy in Iceland and got checked in Georgia). Kids: Don’t drink and Internet Chess, you’ll ruin your ranking.