Bad Transit Systems and Cigarette Addiction

So today was interesting. I don't understand why people don't like rain. It's so refreshing to me. Washes away all the dirt and dust of the past. I walked out into the street heading to work and the unusually good feeling of the air was so nice. I was in a good mood. Thanks to Wells Fargo, in December I had accumulated so many overdraft fees that I'm still feeling it. That doesn't make me feel like a bum whatsoever... Anyway, hopped on the trolley and started going downtown. My sort-of-small-town self is still getting used to a trolley that runs through the whole city. And for some reason i hate buying the tickets. Always on the lookout for trolley cops. Ugh. I had an average slow night. One customer can make your day though. It's funny. This sweet old couple came in and I helped them look for clothes for their grandson. They said I was one of the most polite young men they've known in a long time. Now i don't really consider myself anything special when it comes to being polite and all but i guess that comes from my grandparents. I couldn't ask for better ones. They raised me, in a lot of ways. Both my grandfathers were and are such strong and good men. My grandmothers were strong too. Both raised big families while managing to stay happy and together for longer than i can ever imagine for anyone these days. I've had a lot of issues with my family, but all in all, I love all of them and i couldn't ask for any others.
So I got off work and headed to the trolley and it never came.

Awesome.

I walked from downtown to my house.
That's my favorite thing to do!

Two successes today.
Awesome compliment that made me call my grandparents and tell them how well they treated me.
And made the best grilled cheese I've ever made when i finally got home. Oh it was good. And I was starving.




The San Diego Trolley.



Henry Rollins portraying me when the trolley never came.



Another bad blog.
I don't know who's going to read this shit.