Preparing for life on the streets of San Diego

 My friend. Today she smacked me as hard as she could in the head. Since then I have been having automatic breathing, shutting down ect... Hard to have a single thought let alone problem solve... Then I walk past the hardest mother fuckers the street has to offer at night. That's it it really was the great nothing. Respect and tacos. Tacos with ranch sauce.

Why did she beat my brain in today? She told me to go ahead in the bathroom 🤕🤕🤕 I was in there 8 minutes she didn't wait to leave burger king before the thirty minute assault began. I'm still having breathing issues...

It seems not if but when I will undergo though not the scariest stealth camping period of my life or the most dangerous, perhaps the most exciting. You see I still have my Volvo and that is a shagging wagon maybe I'll do something completely normal and hit the ocean next time.