road rules

Big Sur, CA 101

nothing like a solitary drive amid timeless vistas to reset one's personal compass. i've returned with some new resolutions. anchored by one non-negotiable: dump her ass.

the rest? starting next week--promise.

in other news, my streak of at least monthly public confrontations with randoms, continues. didn't appreciate the overly chiding tone a parking attendant was taking with me, so after some expletive-littered commentary, shoved him out of my face. he tried to hit me with an elongated parking cone, swinging it like a bat. they're not very aerodynamic--he missed. then he & his flunkies did the tired "i'm-being-held-back, otherwise-i'd-kick-your-ass" routine. how droll. i outweigh you by 70 lbs. i called him "fucking filipino trash" and left contented.