Today has been one hell of a day in the office.  Turns out there was a suspcious suit case outside of the Bayer building across the street from here.  You know, the dudes that make asprin.  So of course our entire block is sectioned off here at the office and they won’t let us leave at all.  That means no lunch for us, hell I don’t even know if I’ll be able to leave when I’m supposed to.  Guess it’s a long day in the office.

The coolest part about all of this was watching them set up.  After it was all done you could hear some dude yelling "Fire in the hole! FIRE IN THE HOLE!" then a rather large explosion that shook the walls ever so slightly. 

After the explosion me and the rest of the office tried walking out to see what’s up, but the cops pushed us back in.  We’re trapped like rats I swear.

Photos are in my flickrstream. Only had my iPhone on me so not the best quality.

Update: After they exploded what ever, the cops and bomb squad bugged out pretty fast. I’m going to assume that it was just a homeless person’s suitcase or what ever it was full of clothes. If it was anything serious they probably wouldn’t have left in such a hurry. 7th and Parker are open again.

One thing I have managed to accomplish since being here in San Diego was obtain my California pistol license.  So for three years I can legally own a pistol without having to take the test.  Don’t have to worry if I go to a gun show, or a gun dealer.  I’m perfectly legit.

It wasn’t very difficult.  Just read this a couple of times and take the practice tests in the pdf and you’re pretty much golden.  If that wasn’t enough the test is only thirty questions, of which you have to get eight wrong in order to fail.  Something crazy stupid like that.

I’m a firm believer that everyone should exercise their right to bear arms, or arm bears if you please.  I do have a hunting rifle, but I plan on using that barrel for spare parts and replacing it with an M38 sometime this fall.  Along with that I plan on getting a Glock 17 (rented one at the range last week and loved it) as well as a Ruger 10/22.  I’ve mentioned the latter in previous posts.

Now to obtain my hunting license and figure out some spots to shoot a pig.

Well, it’s now down to 16 and a wake until I head back up to San Francisco.  In all honesty I can’t wait until that happens, just due to the fact that I feel like I’m dicking around when I should be taking care of some personal business.  You know, getting my apartment, furnishing it, getting my life all sorted out since I left Janelle’s and my apartment in earlyish June.

I haven’t been able to do an update for a little over a week due to the fact the machine I host on was in transit from Ireland to the Bay area.  Needless to say, that meant no web site, at least I host my email elsewhere.  It has been an interesting couple of weeks since I came down to San Diego.

I really don’t enjoy how hot and humid it is down here.  It’s a little too much for me, mostly because I’m not used to such weather after spending a little over three yeras in San Francisco.  At least in the east bay it’s not humid when it’s hot.  I’m sure I could get used to it after an extended period of time, but fuck it’s hot down here.  I sweat just doing nothing, sweat buckets.  If I walk then I’m pouring sweat.  Not fun if you plan on going out.

I did clown a couple of Thursdays ago.  Nothing major just some dirty puppet dancing at the House of Blues down town with Bruce and Willie Bologna.  When you’re doing something that crazy it gives you free reign to do what ever you want.  Hot girls would come up to me and make me grab them in all sorts of places and freak dance.  Sometimes I love weird shit just for that reaction.  At least there were no hippies about.

So the reason for the bug on this post is because when hanging out with Willie Bologna a constant topic of conversation is SHTF.  Basically what to do when the shit really hits the fan.  How do you survive, do you have  plan?  That sort of thing.  Since he’s crazy about surviving and making sure that he’ll live to witness the chaos he’s a great source of information.  Was going to pick one of those up anyway since they’re good times for plinking, small game and getting traget practice in cheap.

Probably going to do a camping and hiking trip up on Angel Island sometime in October.  Should still be fairly warm and not raining at that time.  Can see if I remember shit from when I was a boy scout.  Of course it might end up being rather rough for a first attempt.  Fun none the less!

I suppose that’s it for now.  More to come sooner or later.

I’ve learned how to make my own MREs to lighten the load of food and eat better than what you can get in a store.  I’ve figured out a lot of the things that I really should get.  Most expensive being the Ruger 10/22 semi automatic rifle.

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.

Break ups are, not the right word but the first that comes to mind, funny. Really I should be thinking provoking and ironic. You start to look back at a lot of things and wonder what cold have been done differently. What wasn’t going to change about you or the other person. I started to wonder all sorts of things and had various questions ping ponging in my mind since this past Thursday and the weeks before. It’s taken me a long time to sort through some things. Many I haven’t come to any conclusions on, some I think I’m nearing or am there.

First off I’m in a lot of pain mentally and in my heart. Of course this is going to happen when the person you truly, or though so, loved leaves to go on their own adventures without you. Of course after this comes acceptance. Which is probably one of the hardest things to get to. Finally getting to the next stage and maybe being friends again, maybe not in some of my cases.

A lot of my questions keep coming and going. When they pop up I start to look inside to see what’s happening. At times it scares me, others it makes perfect sense. Though this isn’t the entire purpose for writing right now.

I’d like to say that the things I’m doing now I would have if my Texas Rose hadn’t left. Hadn’t moved to Utah. I’d like to say that but I’d be lying. I’d still be in the same spot I was because in all honesty I was too comfortable with what I had. I enjoyed the security we had in the little life we had carved out for ourselves. I loved that I wasn’t moving every few months. I loved holding her every night when we were together. That’s not enough when it comes down to everything.

Since she left I have changed my diet. I’m trying to lose a little bit of weight from drinking so heavily over the past few years. It has gotten a little out of hand. I’ve started exercising more because I want to get in shape. I’m only taking baby steps right now because you really need to crawl before you can run full throttle. I’m out of shape. I drink and smoke too much. At least the drugs aren’t very prevalent anymore.

So I’m doing good for myself physically. I’m eating better. I’m drinking more water. I’ve started to run, use a weighted jump rope, sit ups and push ups. It’s really all that I can do while being of no fixed address again in my life. Still these are baby steps and hopefully I will be in better shape by the time I get back to San Francisco in August.

I’ve even begun drinking less. I’ve only had four beers when going out at night anywhere. Alternating with water or a redbull if I’m tired like I am a good deal of the time due to lack of sleep. I’m really not ready to abstain for a month or more just yet, but I am getting there and get there I shall in a few week’s time. That I feel will bring along a lot of boredom for me since I really have nothing much to do other than think and work on improving my body and my mind.

Well here it is.  The real first post of the new begining.  Created this category to, well, document my latest adventures in life.  Yeah, gonna have to pick up and shift some shit around in my life.  With that said I’m going to San Diego for the entire month of July, part of June and the begining of August.  Why would someone of my ilk leave San Francisco?  Well it’s sort of complicated.

My baby has decided that she needs to move to Utah.  Continue on with her life journey and figure some shit out.  It’s a heart wretching thing for me, but I’ll have to survive and move on.  This means that the woman I’ve loved for the last two years is no longer going to be an every day presence in my life.  It also means that I’m of the single variety of the dating species again.  Just my fucking luck.

Because she’s moving to Utah I can’t really afford the apartment we currently live in.  The room mate also moved out.  $2,500 for one person and a large apartment is too much for me to handle.  Originally I started looking for apartments but found out that my credit is a little too shitty for that.  Time to make some changes!

With some help from Spartan I’ve begun cleaning up my credit.  Everything is paid off of it except some stupid Best Buy bull shit and the car repo I had during the first dot com crash.  I’ll start a payment plan with Best Buy on my next cheque to help clean that little smudge off of the record.  I won’t touch the car payment because it should be off my credit report within a year.  Along with the secured credit card I got from Bank of America I should have decently over a 600 credit score upon my return to the bay area.  Thus allowing me to find an apartment easier.  Oh, and I’ll have 5 to six cheques saved completely.

What am I going to be doing in San Diego?  Well for starts I am joining up with the circus again.  Will be working on some plays and doing music hopefully.  Regardless it will be good times while I’m down there.  It will be nice to hang out with Willie Balogna again.  I miss that mother fucker.

I’m also going to work on cutting down my drinking severely.  I’m going to quit smoking.  I’m going to start exercising again.  If I want a drink or a cigarette durring the day I’m just gonna go run around the block.  Keeep this up and I might hit 50 miles in the first week heh.  Good times will be had by all.  I am also going to watch what I’m eating and try to maintain a certain amount of calories a day while I’m trying to get back in shape.

I’m going to be taking a train down there.  The shit mobile is being parked at the ware house in SOMA the entire time I’m gone.  This way nobody steals it, or it gets towed.  I’ll more than likely be getting rid of it after I get an apartment.  Well depending on where I get my apartment that is. I’ve never taken a train ride anywhere except from DC to Baltimore a few times.  So this should be interesting.

Well that’s it for now.  Expect me to write in this category pretty often over the next few months.  After all I need to keep writing for some of my goals.  Blogging definitely helps me out with that regard and might actually force me to complete some of the other goals I’ve set for myself over the next 12 months.  Who needs New Year’s resolutions?  I’ll have mid year ones thank you very much.