emphatic

 Dad says I say, "fucking" too much.... well, it's an emphatic word.

Scottsdale Arizona is a cultural wasteland of bourgeois decadence. 

It inspires a similar angst as Los Angeles. 

Yesterday I went on a walk only to end up in an endless parking lot.

I played my new Elliot Smith cd on my new portable CD player and sat down on the red "no parking" curb and cried. Good times.

All in all I'm doing well. Especially since I bought a book yesterday: Rules for Radicals by Saul Alinksy

So well written.     "The mark of a free man is that ever-gnawing uncertainty as to whether or not he is right."

Dad is picking up weed at the dispo. Asked if I needed anything. Edibles.