To the jerk who almost took me out today on the freeway at 100mph:

Stop driving. Please. You came less than two feet from putting me in a ditch or the guardrail, only to hit traffic a few seconds sooner. Jerks like you don't deserve licenses, cars, privileges. We'd all be better off without having to worry about some idiot just waiting for a negligent homicide conviction.

get off the road.

freedom only extends to the point where it infringes on the liberties of another

My eyes. They're burning. Why is it so warm here?

No Cresent Bay this year.

Why is all this so fragmented?

I cleaned my windows at the gas station before I drove home, and it was like night and day. Well, actually night. It reminded me of why I love driving at night.

I wonder what's on the other end of this... pruning can be a painful thing.

Nothing ever really goes exactly as planned, for us at least. I know there's more to this.

peace.

please don't feed the animals

People can be some crazy animals. Nuff said.

It feels like I'm always playing catch-up. It's a little fun when you're driving, and sometimes it becomes motivation, but too often it's an undue burden.

Somebody turn down the contrast. It's hurting my head.

full circle

It's a crazy whirlwind, and now it's deja vu. Where does the time go?

pcn afterparty - late nights - days prep - puso hella fun day - sam woo - work - cops... it's a little overwhelming.