Well I made it down to San Diego.  You know the town that means a whale’s vagina.  The land of Mr. Burgandy.  Good times to be had by all here, if that movie said anything.  After all I live in San Francisco and we have the Rock and Groove to go by.

I have to say Amtrak is the worst way to travel in this country.  I’m sure Greyhound is worse, but I haven’t taken one of those so I can’t really bitch too much about that.  I got thrown on the wrong train.  My tickets were written by hand so getting anywhere on that damn system was a complete cluster fuck.  I did get to meet some cool people (you can see my pictures on FaceBook).  It was just a huge pain in the ass.  Cussing gets you kicked off apparently, fuck that noise.

So now I’m down in San Diego.  It’s hot as hell here, and I can see a lot of boredom coming my way during the days.  It’s so quiet in this neighborhood, ironically, that sleep is probably going to be difficult.  At least I sleep in an UFO.  Yes that’s right a mother fucking UFO.  I can now say I have lived in some of the strangest places that anyone will ever deal with.