My Personal Blog

MBSB 5

I just watched a video from my friend Ike, who I guess doesn’t follow me on Instagram; heartbreaking. I follow him because we went to high school together, and although he was in the grade below me I still know about him.

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MBSB 4

The time is 04:01, and I am on the Montgomery Block again, doin the ole’ writer thing. Actually, I am not doing the “ole” writer thing, because I am not drinking coffee. Or smoking cigarettes! But everytime I leave the country I

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MBSB 3

I listened to a little La Luz on my way here this morning. In my head, I have decided it is a good decision to wake up at 03:00 all week. Showing up is half the battle, right? So I am awake,

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Hyde and Beach

The time is 05:42 in the morning and I am writing to you from the Starbucks on Hyde. Technically the address is on Beach street, but I like Hyde St so much better. I’d love to live on Hyde. Love it. I’ve

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Beach and Hyde

The time is 08:31 on a gray Saturday morning, and I am writing to you from the Starbucks on Hyde and Beach streets again. This place is growing on me. I might have seen this dude from my work here…but I also

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MBSB 2

Have you ever read the poem about the Purple Cow? I am eating the Purple Bowl right now. Plus I smoked a bowl of purp for breakfast. The time is 03:42 and I am writing to you from mbsb. I feel beautiful

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MBSB 1

Starbucks has officially kicked off Christmas Season! The time is 03:45 and I am writing to you from mbsb. What did I call it yesterday? Lol. Today it is the Montgomery Block Starbucks. I just went and told the lady at the

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A Clean Slate

I am melting. Like a fire hydrant on acid, in a rainstorm, with no coat. God damn bucking horse underneath it’s ass! Racing! We both racing! And it’s not to a finish line. The loser of this match…well they’re going to die.

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Grey and Green

I am writing to you from Happy Donuts in North Beach. In front of me is a glazed twist and a large cup of coffee. In my heart I feel like sleeping…or is it my soul in which I feel that, and

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