Kenny "The Guy Who Lives In Front of My House"

OK so i wake up Sunday morning, not knowing what the hell happened the night before. Mark calls me at 7:45 and asks me to pick him up at his boat. Looks like someone couldnt make it home last night.... haha. so after taking 45 detours through hermosa beach, due to a triatholon, i finally make it down to the Harbor to pick Mark up. He and Malia looked as if they had gotten run over by a Mack truck, eyes barely open, and still fully inibrieated. And lord knows I wasnt in any shape to be driving. But i dropped them off at their car and we met at Amigo's for a famous Breakfast Burrito.......

I get home after eating the Burrito that made my insides want to jump out of me annd here is this two tone, light brown, Molester van parked in my front yard......what the fuck???

So I find out it's a guy that goes to AA meetings with my roomate every morning, but he's not even sober. hahah how about that shit, a guy that goes to a meeting every morning for sobriety but isnt even fucking sober. hahah, i love it. So I start shootin the shit with this guy to see what his deal is and why he has a "molester van" that he calls a "hippie van". ya fuckin right hippie van. and i find out that he was the first victim of a car-jacking. And that he was shot in the face for his car. some 50 cent type shit right dur.

Well it came down to me realizing that this guy doesnt have much. He's living out of his car (which is parked in front of my house right now), He only goes to these AA meetings to try and meet people that will actually accept him. So realizing that he doesnt really have any money or anything like that, i buy him a pack of smokes and my roomate buys him lunch. I think this really did it for him, from this point on he wasnt afraid to ask for anything....can i have another smoke? whose chips are these? can i use your shower? do you have an extra toothbrush?

I mean all this would be fine and dandy if i was making $100,000 a year. But i mean i have a hard enough getting by for myself. I work hard for my money, and that's so i can do the things i want. I mean yes i consider myself a giving person, a really giving person for that matter. but i can only give soo much to someone who isnt returning the favor until i have to cut them off.

And today i woke up and he was in our kitchen.... he said that he had been over at coffee bean across the street and there was this guy who was wearing a bunch of clothes covered in mud. so regardless to him having no money whatsoever he was going to give this man some of his clothes. This blew my mind. A person with nothing, wanted to still give the little that he had. it was simply amazing. I mean it was 615 in the morning and i was suddenly surprised by this man's actions as i left for work.

Even though it bothers me that he is in front of our house, i have come to realization that all he needs is someone to talk to. he has no one, no one that cares, and when someone actually gives him the time of day it makes everything worht while for him. So i gave him a little bit of pot and sent him on his way as i drove to work. hope his day went well and his raper van wont be in my drive-way when i get home today.......

HURTIN'

If I Could Only Re-live This Weekend Today. Me and beer bonded like Spinach and Ecoli. Out of Control. Work was rough today. Kegs got stolen, super bummed on that. Brain.....hurts. bad. more later........



..........well I'm finally starting to feel like a person again. I hope that everyone that crosses path with me this weekend wasnt offended too bad, cause the whole memory thing went down the drain after about 10 AM saturday. Hell yes!

The Old Hometown Fair........less than a week countdown!

As we slowly make the transition into Autumn and real beautiful things start to happen(although we dont have any arboral alterations, we make up for it with annual inibrieated social gatherings) like the Halloween, massive orgy's(halloween parties), Thanksgiving, and what we have coming up first on the list: The Old Hometown Fair!

For as long as i can remember, every first weekend in October i have gone to the Hometown Fair. But just recently i figured out what the hype about the H.F.(as i shall call it from hereon) is really about. It's not about going and looking at peoples fair-quality trinkets, or even getting a ride on the egyptian elephant. It's about people re-visiting their hometown from where ever they might have moved to, to get excessivly drunk and say its for "the GOOD ole' days"! It's about going strictly to get that Pepper-Belly that you could've easily made all year, but you waited, because you now it wouldn't have tasted half as good. It's about being 35 years old and still trying to win goldfish as reminder that "you're not THat old"!!!

Just thinking about the H.F. makes my mouth water for a funnel cake/Pepper-Belly combo. Only 4 days til my wallet is swallowed by every food booth and even more so to the infamous Jardin de cerveza!!! My first legal year to go in the Beer Garden is in 4 days and i think it might be more excited than my 21st B-day.

viva la H.F.


hungry for pepper bellies,
j.segawa