Monday, July 11, 2005

Homeward Bound

Holy shit.

I finally made it home to San Diego yesterday after a gruelling flight to LAX and an annoying train ride full of freaks and misfits on the SeaLiner Express. While the Japanese and European train systems are the pinnacle of stream-lined efficiency, the Southern California Railway system is disheveled and a bureaucratic cluster-fuck, despite having an overhaul 5 years ago. Some fat bastard selling me the train ticket said it's required that everyone present a valid form of ID for "Homeland Security reasons" despite the fact there are hundreds of miles of unprotected railway and thousands of miles of unprotected border any group of bad guys could easily take advantage of. Instead of arguing with him for simply doing his job, I explained that I've ridden the Bullet Train in Japan numerous times without having such a hassle, and that the Koreans are exposed to a real threat and are still low-key when it comes to ID checks, and how my first impression being on mainland soil after 5 years is that people are simply over-reacting. He looked at me, handed me my ticket, and returned my ID card with a military discount of $3. What a bargain.

Los Angeles is now the epitome of urban decay. Just like Philadelphia, Baltimore, or Richmond, LA has seen better days and now the place is a stronghold for vermin of all sorts. Traveling on the way down to San Diego, I saw a bunch of Messican dudes spray painting a wall in broad day light. What the fuck. It's bad enough there's a shit load of graffiti everywhere, but to catch these fuckers red-handed is something else. The problem is so bad the city no longer bothers painting over the shit either since it's a waste of money and it's like giving an artist a fresh canvas to start over with. Seeing this shit really disgusts me to think I defend these fuckers to deface the country and people I make sacrifices for. Fucking assholes. This is the reason why I love Japan so much - it's 10 times cleaner and people take pride in their community - you will NEVER see bars on windows of houses in these neighborhoods since crime is virtually non-existant. I hate the fucking ghetto and I hate the fucking barrio.

San Diego on the other hand has just grown like fucking crazy too. Half the shit that's been built I no longer recognize and there's a shit load of new road work out there I need to familiarize myself with also. I didn't think a city could grow that quickly in 5 years but it has. My sister took me out last night to do some grocery shopping and it shocked the shit outta me how expensive groceries are too. Someone put my ass on welfare please! Uncle Sam certainly doesn't pay us shit back in the States.

Speaking of reconstruction, my folks are getting the house remodeled, and everything has been moved into the garage, including my bed. A dream come true. I get to live out here like the deviant I am, and need to start watching late night porn to truly appreciate the experience. I also need to go to Toys R Us, buy a shit load of Star Wars action figures, put them all in a giant plastic bag and huff those fuckers for an instant head rush. I used to sniff Jawas when I was 6 years old and could swear I got addicted to the smell of polyeurythane. I'm just glad I never got kinky in junior high and shove R2-D2 up my ass to see what it would feel like. I could see explaining it to my folks and to the E.R. staff why it is I have the head of Boba Fett stuck up my ass as they prepare me for x-rays and prompt surgical removal. Fuck. I'll take a photo and show people how sinister the place looks.

I know I keep talking about posting pictures but my Dad sucks and won't let me jack in my laptop to the LAN connection until the workers are done putting down new floor, and for some reason my Wi-Fi doesn't communicate properly with his set-up. Considering he is the God of Computer Trouble-Shooting, I was surprised when he couldn't configure a proper setting to have it all work together. Fucking whatever. It should be soon enough the new floors are done and everything gets moved back to where it belongs. Does this mean I have to move out of the garage too?

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