Long Walk Today

I walked from 9th and Judah, down through Golden Gate Park to Amoeba Records in the Haight, walked to Haight and Divis, turned and walked through Castro and reached Noe Valley.

My feet are blistered and aching. Thankfully I took a shower and cleaned up, so they don't hurt as much as they did.

Listened to plenty of Stevie, Teddy, Sunshine Anderson, and other stuff. I swear, without music these walks would be terrible. Thankfully I have my trusty broken iPod that only plays in one ear, so I use a mono adapter.

I called Michael and told him about my walk, and he didn't really care, then he tells me he told his friend and dad about a dramatic text message I sent him, and I got angry and told him to stop relaying things I tell him to other people. Then he says to me, "listen, I don't have to be talking to you at all," and I lost it, and pointed out to him that whenever he calls me (when he's out and about), I talk to him just because he needs some entertainment. Then here he has the audacity to threaten to hang up on me. Two timing little shit face, fuck you.

So I realized, on these walks, I've developed a sense of independence. It sounds lame just writing it, but I'm in my zone, I'm getting fresh air, pumping Stevie Wonder and I don't have to put up with anyone's bullshit.

If anyone gives me shit, I say "fuck you" and I just walk for miles. It does me good to get away from everyone. It feels good.