18 02 2010
We would hike up Telegraph Hill all the way to Coit Tower. We’d go past the parking lot to where you see the sweep of the Bay laid out and people clogging up the panorama posing for pictures.
california, drinking, fuck ups, hash, san francisco, weed
27 12 2007
I was digging through a Tupperware container full of shake when I found something that looked like knocked off dirt from a boot tread. It was about the size of a fingernail, geometrically smooth and even along two parallel sides, but broken off and crumbly on the other two. “What the, how did this get […]
absurdist, hash, Tupperware, weed