An absolute neccesity to take the earliest flight out of San Jose
NOW, I would just like to clear this up right here and right now, San Jose is not a bad place. It is a boring place, but it is not the place in which the beast with nine heads feeds its eternal hell-spawn. This is the place where Senior Citizens concot plans to reinvent the world in the 1920’s “flappers” style.
Not really, but then again that would have made San Jose less boring as shit. All San Jose really has to offer is three of my really good friends and endless amounts of lesiure. That would be awesome if I liked sitting on my ass until two o’clock in the morning before getting up, but unless I’m playing that game where I see how long I can extend/manipulate my dreams into a bizarre underground-cemetary-summer camp (I shit you not), the days are not going by nearly as fast enough.
Honestly, what I need right now is preparing for a three day film shoot to remind me what being tired actually feels like.
Amid my laziness and apologies for such a whiny and introspective post will be another picture of my hero: Charlie.
He should be here at the bottom.