my car window got smashed in last night.

it depressed me for most of the day.

im trying to tell myself that everything happens for a reason.

but i dont know.

that just really sucked and it made me really mad at people.

mostly (and i hate to generalize) but the fucking asshole crackhead drunks that infest santa cruz.

if it wasnt for them, and the smelly hippies, this place might actually have a chance to be a great place.

oh well, fuck it