text /// Chris Rusak

11-17-08

Guerneville adventures.

A weekend away from San Francisco does one well. Redwoods and the smell of smoke in the air wash away the emissions of Muni and Fell Street congestion. Inane quantities of stars dancing in the crisp night sky, observed from a 102 degree hot tub.

Reality, even with all of this city’s weirdness attached, is still a shitty American economy, a dwindling temperament for one’s employ, and frustration of the sexual assort.

Visually, my eyes are clean. I’m going to slam a fuckload of work out on my days off this week. The apartment will also be sterilized complete.