03.10.2010
So Ive decided to live blog my nightly walks. I can update my blog from my phone, so im typing as i walk.
These posts might not be interesting but they can’t suck as much as my lost blog posts. I can’t type and watch lost!
Ow my knee hurts.
I thought someone was ahea of me, but it was a post.
Someone just yodled or died.
Nothing.
My socks are too short.
This guy is driving without a bumper.
I haven’t taken my second dump of the day. My tummy is rumbling, why did I walk?
Exercise helps digestion and poopin. I’m in big trouble.
There’s a lot of giant trucks in Huntington beach. They keep me safe…or yell at me.
My eyes are burning a little bit.
I wish I lived near a winchells donuts 
That fart should hold me over till I get home.
Everyone here are like reverse vampires. They only come out when it’s sunny. The night is great! If you’re a vampire.
Half way through my walk. Stomach starting to pick up speed. If I take a shit on the sidewalk I can use ny undershirt to wipe. This isn’t graphic this is REAL LIFE people!
It’s a quiet Wednesday night. Is south park on yet?
I love the smell of gas. Hello mr. Gas satation!
That guy in the raised ford bronco with the leather jacket thinks he’s cool. And he is.
I wish I could see more stars in Huntington beach. Like, Ben afflek or something.
My fingers are freezing.
Special help from the burp patrol.
I think I’m done with mashed potatoes for awhile. I’m switching to French fries.
Amber lamps! I can hear the amber lamps.
Uh oh.
The tidy bowl man’s gonna be pissed in a few minutes!
Just a couple more blocks.
I can see Orion’s belt! And there’s his penis.
“here comes John! John! John! How do you like the oscars?”
“Oh, I’m having a great time!”
“And what are you wearing?”
“Well, I’ve got on a pair of three year old running shoes…”
“Uh huh!”
“And I’m wearing a jcpenny white tshirt below an old navy sweatshirt! I’ve also got on a pair of heart boxer below some GAP jeans that I’m about to take a shit in!”
“Wonderful! Enjoy the show!”
“You too!”
Faster John!
Lotta white people in Huntington Beach.
I’m home.
