Keep Livin'

I really enjoy spending time at Hugo's house. The atmosphere there is relaxing and really takes stress from the mind. They have a  huge backyard that is perfect for get togethers- the kind I hope to one day have myself. Yeah maybe I should already have it by now but whatever. They also have a huge pool which is perfect for the kids to go swimming on scorching days such as these. There is a calmness there where you can chill and drink on a slower pace, have good conversation and let the day pass you by. These are the times where I am at my best. Tonight's conversation revolved around Hugo's dad's and uncle's trip to Argentina not too long ago. They went for New Year's. They spoke about the cheapness of good food and good wine. About the neighborhoods to avoid and about the advice when traveling in such areas.
" If you walk there at night with a camera, don't worry about losing your camera, worry about losing your wife..."
" But my camera is expensive..." haha
we also talked about the italian influence south america has and how people from there kind of talk with an Italian accent...
" Olvidartelooo" haha
Argentina is on my places I need to visit before I die or else I'm gonna haunt the fuck outta somebody list. Anyways it was good to get out there after watching both the Chargers and Padres both lose. We were also waiting for the premiere of... Eastbound and Down. Excellent show. Hugo was recording it from  eastern HBO so it was perfect. I could watch it and still have the kids back at home in time for their bed time. Seeing as I am only getting them every other weekend now I relax on the 9 oclock bedtime I am supposed to impose. I let them go until 10. I despise the fact that I can't do the things I am used to doing with them. We were hardly ever home when I had them before- it was always either the zoo, wild animal park, sea world, out and about around old town, point loma- anywhere but sitting at home and just walking down to the park. I am hoping that they can stick with the memories of where we have gone- the countless disneyland trips, LA trips, the trip to San Francisco, until I can get back up from this fall. Honestly I think it was a mistake for me to let them stop coming over every other week. It left me with too much time by myself. I'm not good by myself, Hence all the outings, waking up in random places, beds, couches- with some of the most random people sometimes. I remember once I went to this party in Monterey that a co worker from the wherehouse had invited me too.  Man he was really into house music, so much so that when I moved away I gave him my vinyl collection. Anyways as the party was winding down this guy and girl who didnt live in Monterey but in Marina- a good 20 minutes away couldnt get a ride back. So what the hell I offered. They in turn said they would make some food and they had some beer and that they would treat me for being such a cool person. I had not even spoken with them during the night, had never met them, but not wanting to go back to my shoe size apartment to be alone, I offered the ride. Lot of people there for some reason don't have their own vehicles. So anyways there we are in the front of their apartment grilling steaks at 2 in the morning. After a few beers I come to find out the guy has just gotten out of prison. awesome. The girl he had just met recently and had no place to live so he offered to house her. sweet. She goes off to bed and he begins to tell me his prison stories, why he was in jail (drug dealing), and how much of an ass kicker he was. I at this point am regretting the decision to have given them a ride. Now I am not small in stature but we're talking about a man who had seen shankings in prison (or so he had told me) so I begin to concoct this story of my own run in with the law. This was pre Pennsylvania, pre PB outings- so I really didnt have any other than traffic stops. But I manage to come up about a time when I was in Brooklyn in New York staying with some cousins and how a friend of theirs asked me to do him a favor. I was to deliver a package via subway to some house and in return I would get paid a nice chunk of change. So I say that I agreed but that police stopped me in the subway as I was about to board and sensing problems I tossed the "package" the police see me doing it but can never find what I tossed. They take me to the precinct anyways to question me (as you can see I am not a good liar and or story teller) after 2 hours of asking me who I was working for what I had thrown and not being able to find it ( I add that some bum or something must have found it and made off with it) they had to let me go. I then think of the trouble I am going to get with my cousin's friend for not delivering the package and decide I should call him from the precinct to have it as verification that I got picked up. I ended the story with the guy saying I owed him money and me not having it bailed a couple of days later back home and that I was living in Monterey because they all they knew is that I lived in southern california. After a few seconds where I'm wondering if this guy believed this shit (god knows I wouldnt have). he just replies "Hardcore man I would have done the same thing." I take this as my queue to leave dismissing his insistence that I should hang out smoke some herb and play video games. Don't remember his name and I dont remember ever giving mine.

Again I am not good at being by myself.

Keep livin from Jean Grae cuz like her right now I'm not lovin life- just livin it.