Name? George Bryan Diaz. Place? In front of my P.C., the computer, keyboard, mouse, and music. Smashing Pumpkins, electric guitars, distortion -you get it, the point. My life, now, laid out on some other blog (bunionblood8.tumblr.com) but I quit that shit. Starting over, new project, and after Three books, I'm back, -at it again. Something new, something different. Another piece, ongoing, a blog. Writing, pictures, music, all that shit. Check it. Stay.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
end of the line
Frankenstein... He's parked next to my grandfather's car (not sure what he named it) but anyways, I got a ticket that day.
I parked it on the street and I guess you're not allowed to do that because of the street cleaner or something.. Welp, either way, I paid it.. and the whole time wondering, maybe realizing the whole situation is like a Steven Spielberg tragedy.. I guess what i'm trying to say is that the State itself is going through some tough times.. As in, A few counties are going through chapter 11's or whatever, they're bankrupt, and the national debt is an astronomical figure -so im paying for this shit???
Why do they need my 60 bucks? It's not going to bail them out of anything, anyway. Oh well.
California. What can I say
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