Sorry for the lack of updates last week. If you read my Tech Blog, then you know my hard drive pooped out on me last week and I just been super busy all week working. So last time I left off summer just ended. That means my birthday was right around the corner. My 30th no less. My birthday was on a Friday, I had my own pad to thrash and it was time to party! Sike. I didn't do shit really. I took the day off and took Foxy to the beach (cuz according to her paperwork at the shelter, she has the same birthday as me) and just chilled most of the day. Then later that evening I had dinner with two of my friends and we tried to hit up the bars but ended up going home after just a drink and just chilled. What I'll remember most from this time period was how I was always hanging out at my friends house couple blocks away. For the first time down here in San Diego, it felt like I had real friends, people I can trust and trust me too. For all three of us, our life's had changed since we had moved from the old pad (in one way or another) and it was really nice that we had each other to hang out with. We where totally Three's Company and I was totally Jack Tripper. Plus they have cable tv, 2 other dogs that Foxy loves and they seem to enjoy my company (even the animals). I pretty much spent the entire autumn season and most of the winter season with them. It was nice, just me and the girls (including all the animals, there were 7 female mammals). So by process of elimination, I was actually the alpha male... in a sense. Then fastforward a little and of course, unforeseen events occur and suddenly things are not as they were. And in the middle of all this, a secret buried inside myself started to burn ever more so slightly and reaching full flame at the most inoppurtune time.That I'll touch based on in the future. I guess I just want to recollect and make note that the months from August until the New Year were a special time in my life that I unwantingly took for granted. Cuz in reality, it'll never be the way it was and I miss it already. So back to being 30. Honestly, it doesn't really feel any different that being 29... until someone asks you how old you are. When that happens, it's usually all bad because then you remember and realize that, shit, you are 30. I suppose I'm lucky though. I hardly look 30 if I tried. Most people thinkI'm 24 or 25, even the guy at the liquor store had to card me because he didn't believe me that I was 30. Oh yeah, tomorrow's Bob Marley day at the Sports Arena down here in SD. I went last year if anyone recalls reading about it. Now that was surely a time that I'll always remember and smile about. I can't believe that was a whole fucking year ago though. Well, we're almost caught up to present and that means I can start blogging about more current events soon.

So last summer was kinda nuts. There was a lot of shit going on at the same time and honestly, I didn't really get to enjoy summer as much as I wanted to. I was actually pretty stressed out all of the summer. From the drama that I was dealing with from that chic, living in the War Zone, trying to buy a place and trying to work enough hours, I really didn't have any time to even hang out at the beach or go surfing that much. Trying to work from home when you have a 21 year old female roommate during the summer was quite the challenge too. I don't even know how I pulled it off as long as I did. There'd be days when I'm working and it's really nice outside and her cute little friends will come over in their bikinis and invite me to go to the beach with them. And of course I go. I was also hanging out with this one dude I had met earlier in the year. He was one of the neighbor's friends and was a cool guy (at first). But he was my partner in the crime most of the summer. I was able to hang out and get more familiar with the PB area cuz of him. I got to experience the Mission Beach/Pacifiic Beach Fourth of July madness last year. It was definitely something to experience. Just imagine a couple of miles (maybe 3?) of beach just swarming with mostly people in their 20's, all in the summer sun, getting drunk and fucked up. Yeah. Seriously, I wish I went to college down here or even lived here in my early to mid 20's. I suppose I could still go out and party like used to but eh, I dunno. My body wouldn't like me very much if I started putting it through hell again. During the middle of summer was when I moved into my condo. The process to get the place was nervewracking too. From waiting for the loan to go through and for escrow to close, it was driving me nuts because at that point I was ready to get out, like immediately. I had over half my shit all packed and ready to go. So after I finally moved, it was a new life. It was only a mile away from my old apartment, but it was a new neighborhood, new neighbors and surroundings. The first couple weeks I'd still go hang out at the old pad after I was done working. Most of my friends down here were my neighbors so even though I had moved, I was still around. But most of the summer I was focused on working. I had to make sure that I made enough to pay the mortgage. I knew I made enough money but until I was actually sending in the payments and shit, I wasn't exactly sure I'd pull enough in. Plus my place was stark naked. So I had to just keep working my ass off so I could start buying shit for the pad. Shortly after I moved, two of my old neighbors at the old pad moved out and rented a house just about 2 1/2 blocks from me. So from then, I started spending most of my time on this side of OB, getting acquainted with the area and hanging out at their pad. And that was my summer. Nothing really exciting happened except for the big move. Although it wasn't the greatest summer, I figured I just bought a place. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I'll have plenty of awesome summers to enjoy during the next 30 years or so. And shit, this is SD, it's almost always summertime here.