yesterday

i woke up at 5:30 to the sound of a jackass pounding tent stakes into the ground about 18 inches away from me head.

i was sleeping on the ground at the beach in santa barbara.
i was sleeping off a whiskey drunk from the night before.

who the fuck needs to set up a tent at 5:30 in the morning. he had just rolled into camp. he was gettign ready to go out and explore the area and had no need to set up a tent. tink tink tink tink tink... fuck that hammer on the steel tent stakes. and fuck that jackass.

i'm just crashed out in my sleeping bag, no tent. the guy is looking directly at my head. my poor drunken head. the guy is literally pounding steel less than 18 inches from my EARHOLE!!! FUCK THAT.

then he decides to move the tent. after all the stakes are in. he moves it CLOSER TO ME. he's about 8 inches away and starts hammering again.

it took every bit of strength i had to _NOT_ choke that fucker to his demise right then and there.


he stopped when it was all setup.

i tried to sleep but it wasn't happening


so

wake and bake on the beach with the waves tickling at my toes.

a few morning beers, cowboy coffee and a bit of last minute flirting with the new hottie i'm working with; we'd had a wonderful night ;)

one of my coworkers, who happens to be the biggest hippie you've ever seen, needed a ride to LA, so i hooked up him and we headed south for The Speakeasy and Bran. Was looking forward to kickin it, old school... at roscoe's motherfucking C&W.

half a delicious bird later, full as fuck, trying to get the last bits of grits down, and deep into a discussion about the similarities between zombpocolypse and the ancient mayan calanders' ending in 2012, a hunger that had grown inside me for two months was finally quenched.

had to cancel some plans with a friend who wasnt feeling well.

(get better hays)

dropped bran off and went to drop off said hippie.


took him to his buddies house, who happened to be a guatamalan shaman who had studied for years with Lakota Sioux holy men as well as his own traditions. the guy was awesome and i wanted to learn so much from him.

he makes a living carving wooden flutes.

the guy was awesome.

he took us to a nature preserve in Torrence, the place was beautiful and we actually felt like we were away from the city for a bit. playing flute, listening to sacred songs of the lakota and smoking fatties by the pond. we were visted by red tail hawks, skunks and a blue heron. perfect place to catch the sunset.


then we went back to the shamans' house, played some home made instruments in out own improvised band. and had dinner.


finally made my lagging ass to fullerton in time to catch the tail end of a poker game.

all in for the double up in my first hand.

ended up winning $54.

passed the fuck out on the couch at 3:30am.

not a bad run for the last 22.5 hours.