the escape plan

will someone please please please drive down to san diego and pick my ass up. i enjoy going home for the holidays but 3 days is probably my threshold. enough is enough. the novelty of dwelling around east san diego county dive bars has run its course. give me the smog of la. the endless white noise of traffic, sirens, and ghetto birds flying about. it's become abundantl clear that the most uncomfortable silences are those which surround the suburbs. even now i've shacked up in a local starbucks only to use the fast internet connection and to smoke cigarettes in peace. alas, the last of the fellow visiting friends are leaving tomorrow. hello train tickets.