I live for the Del Mar fair, Every year of my life I get a month of glory but since moving to Humboldt every time june rolls around I am deeply saddened that I will not be eating my little donuts and gingerbread house at night. this year I went home to SD for the fair and it was excellent, so excellent that the night ended in me puking up the juicy dog me and Neal split! Now I am back in Humboldt, time to start new adventures here
My life right now, currently on a greyhound back north after a whirlwind trip down south
donut man for breakfast, leaving Humboldt = eat everything that doesn’t exist there
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Back home in San Diego for a while
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Tonight I had my first real 911 experience. One of my roommates was dropped off at the house unresponsive found passed out on someone front yard. I immediately knew that he wasn’t just drunk that something was wrong. One of the roommates called 911 and I had to lay him on the back and listen to his breathing for the police. He was shaking, clammy eyes rolled to the back of the head and it was one of the scariest moments of my life. When 911 came we had to flag them down and list medications and clear a path for a stretcher. They thanked us for calling and told us that they think he overdosed on his medication. After the incident i went for a 2:30am run around the neighborhood to get rid of the adrenaline. My heart is still racing but I have to try to sleep now. Big day tomorrow for many of my friends and I pray that my Maxy is alright.
Me Tonight coming home, having no responsibilities kicks ass! but never ever going to Ritas again that place is fucking gross!
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