Take a rip already..

Whether you like 420 or not I couldn't give a goddamn, I got high this morning just like I do on every other day, it honestly helps me put up with people a little more eloquently then if I hadn't because as we all know most people suck. I didn't send any 420 greetings to anyone thru social media today as  I was to busy getting high, reading my morning paper enjoying the sun come up with my dog Brutas. Then I jumped online and found   more posts about people being angry about people posting their 420 greetings then I got actual "happy 420's." 

Bah Humbug to you assholes. I never tell anyone' "Fuck You for the Easter greeting you sent me!" or "Fuck You and your Christ at Christmas." that would be rude, and a little uncalled for.  I say let people celebrate whatever the hell they want too. Maybe next Presidents Day I will laugh at all the idiots celebrating dead slave owners.  I guess I get it though, I'm no stranger to being mad about something in my update sections and what not, and it's certainly everyones right to vent their frustrations. I guess I just think that people thinking that 420 is a holiday for dirty hippies hasn't met any of my friends, who are all professionals in the real working world, and none of them smell. For all you folks that pay taxes and think that our country has gone to shit (which it has) then I say legalize this shit, make the 'dirty hippies' pay the pot tax for you, and all of a sudden, the government has 17 BILLION dollars MORE a year to piss away on whatever they do. (Probably a war, but what do I know, I smoke pot and watch CNN all day)

So Happy Go Fuck Yourself 420, I'm off to write a scathing letter to CNN about how Nancy Grace needs to stop talking to all of us like we're a bunch of deaf 3 year olds., but first I'm gonna load a fucking bowl.

Peace

castles in the sand

I recently came back into contact with an old 'beach friend' of mine who I had lost contact with for a couple of years, and it got me thinking about some very good times in my life. For a little over a year I was living in a van out in San Diego,  on the beach, where I met my friend John and his Pit Bull 'Chance'. He was living in a winnebago , I, in the van and we had alot in common. We would share info on where we could park safely at night, who was who on the beach,  (politics) where to sometimes find a warm shower, etc. He showed  me how he surfed the dog and where to stash our bigger boards on the beach overnight so they wouldn't get ripped off. We weren't the only ones living on the road like that, and actually the community we had was awesome. Somebody had a grill, another guy had coals for it. Somebody had some meat , another was sauteing vegetables some how, who's got the beer? well I've got the weed. It was awesome.  I never felt a sense of togetherness then in most of that year at that beach. We had a million dollar view for free.
    It wasn't long before my friend passed the torch to me and left for a motel up the street. I had the dog, the boards, and the parking spot by the park bench.  AND WE SURFED. Lots of people came and went, but we were always a fixture. You could always count on the same thing everyday. The stories go on and on, in fact I've been trying to write a book about it for like 2 years now, maybe coming into contact with my old friend has inspired me to pick it back up. I don' know, I DO know that revisiting those old photos and knowing that my old 'beach friend' is well made me super happy. Ironically he is living in New Mexico and I in Phoenix. It seems like a 1000 miles from the beach for sure, but life is good now. For one, I'm not homeless anymore. I have two great dogs of my own and I was pleased to find out that my friend is still a very proud papa to Chance. 

Above is a pic of Chance and I at Tourmaline Surf Park in PB, I was just getting ready to take him for a surf. That is my van in the background and Johns legs, haha.

Whats the point of all this? Good Memories I guess, Peace!

Welcome to the Tuna Melt..I've never even considered something so self serving as a blog before. I guess this should be a good place to hide out when I'm drunk and feel like ranting and raving about how the world has gone to hell in a hand basket, or hoot and holler about things that make me happy. So I'm gonna test the waters on this blog business and see how it goes, if anything, I guess my narcissistic ass can read about myself whenever I feel like it, and you lucky readers will get turned onto my personal gourmet recipes, pictures of my incredibly dumb dogs, reality t.v. breakdowns, and other neat shit like that. If that doesn't blow up your skirt I don't know what the fuck will.