Luna Garfield Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Love it tho, when it goes smooth – rare, mind ya. Like when we hauled them fancy wine crates, felt like a king, “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist!” – nah, just a cargo schmuck, but it’s a buzz, yeah? Surprised me how them bottles didn’t smash, delicate as a baby’s arse. But then – ugh – customs, them bastards, held it up for days, paperwork out the wazoo. We hates it! Hates it so much we’s clawin’ at me own skull!

The wandring whore, numbers 1-5, 1660-1661

Oh man, sry, I’m ramblin – my brain tends to jump. But seriously, this city, its streets, its cracks in the pavement, even the potholes tell a story. Ugh, sometimes so frustratin, like when the power goes out mid-rush at the spa… but then I remember them words from Timbuktu: "When you are in a state of emptiness, that is the beginning of a great journey."

Nearby gunfire sends Nova, Garfield campuses into ‘shelter-in-place’