Dirty feet

Jame-o habanaro pickleback!

Piskey whickle!

Canadian butt rock!

Shimmy dill slip ‘n slaw!

Ok I totally made that last one up.

I’m making peace in my neon bent dust bowl universe, somewhere in between ‘Better Call Saul’ season 3, and Lester Burnam working the drive-thru window at Mister Smiley’s. 

“I’m looking for the least possible amount of responsibility.” 

Mission accomplished.

I like Fremont and the art district. Sure there’s zombies and crazy people, but the actual residents are very nice. 

 Dear girl working the CVS cash register, you’re super sweet but how are you so freaking pale in Vegas, September 1? Walking from car to store, two minutes and thirty seconds, I still managed to get three shades darker than midnight in Cambodia. — I didn’t mean Cambodia but I’m not allowed to say the other country.

Point is, giiiiirl you’re whiter than pimp paint on a ‘64 Chevy Impala SS. 

I like this town.

It’s dusty. 

Desert

Land of the lost.

It reminds me of that one bar in Scottsdale, Arizona, next to the taco stand and gift shop that has that sign in the window, “Cowboys, scrape shit off boots before entering.”

That was a good bar.

Speaking of good bars, my friend (and her boyfriend) took me to the new opening of Hamburger Mary’s, and then to the gay bars on the loop. One bar on the loop was A LOT of fun. We danced, my friend made me give $5 to some hot naked male go-go dancer in a man-thong who insisted I grope his tight naked butt. Hehe. And then we helped some other guy’s boyfriend win a bucket of Coronas, and like a generous winner he wanted to share the spoils with us but we were already drunken urinating foxes, which BTW is how we helped him win the contest. ANYWHO...

I’m moving to Fremont. I hope. I really like the area. Finally took a walk around Container Park, which took all of 3 minutes. Still, the little kids hoola-hooping on their designating grassy play enclosure was adorable. 

Maybe I can finally get involved with submitting artwork for First Friday. There’s no shortage of inspiration in Fremont that’s for sure. There’s art everywhere. Love it. Are we friends on Facebook? I have photos there. Too damn lazy to post them here too. 

I’m all about finding my zen. 

And dirty feet. 

When I was a kid I never wore shoes in the summer. No one did. We were barefoot all the time. We just washed our feet before going to bed, or if we had to go out. Otherwise we were barefoot, playing outside, happy dirty little feet. 

In Venice, I miss the ocean, being barefoot and playing on the beach. It’s just a state of mind, isn’t it? The ocean is wherever I want it to be. I like Fremont so much I think I’ll fall in love.