Im sure wherever you weirdos live, there is a downtown, and im sure in this downtown there are many highrises, people, cars, buisnesses and what have you. San Diego has its own jolly little downtown. The south part of downtown sandiego has places like the gaslamp quarter, which is basically 100,000 bars, drunk people, wannabe goths, bikers, stuff like that.. you know.. all the picks of the litter from around town. The ones you pick to be put in some sort of giant meat pie or something.

The northside of downtown is where I find myself. At my current shitty job, (that im leaving, thank god) where i cant wear two different colored socks, I have to park four blocks away, and jog to my building, then go up 10 floors and through some security doors. How fun.

I usually do not eat at work. Not because im trying to loose weight (15lbs wouldnt hurt >:> ), not because im depressed (that was last month), or any other petty reason. I dont eat at work because to go get food I have to walk. Walking around downtown means you get harrassed by HOARDES OF HOMELESS PEOPLE. Now, i dont have anything against homeless people, but shit.. some of these fuckers desperately need to be the cat in the video i saw on stileproject. Beaten, killed, and eaten. I had a homeless guy follow me a total of TEN BLOCKS begging me for change. I went to go get wendys, and its four or five blocks away, and evidently there are homeless people the camp out at the base of the building i work in, waiting for people like me who are pussies and cant say no, to walk out the glass doors. The guy followed me all the way to wendys trying to make conversation, waited for me outside while i got food ( i cant lag because my boss is a fucking nazi and yells at me and my supervisor rich if im more than a minute or two late), then followed me all the way back to my building up to the glass doors that lead to the lobby.

That was fucking scary. I had my hand on at least one of my knives the entire time. I was just waiting for that fucker to pull out a goddam beretta, or a sig or something and try and mug me. Now there is more than one kind of homeless person. Theres the homeless guy that lives in his car, because his stocks dropped so bad and his company went away, he had to sell his house and other shit to get away from the irs or what not. Those people look and act just like anyone else. Then there are the homeless people that actually *EARN* their money. these guys dont stay homeless long. (either that or theyre day traders, and just pretend to be homeless. those fuckers make more than 40g’s a year.. UN TAXED..its scary to think a fucking guy on the street holding up a sign to the crowd makes more than i do. yay for stupid people i guess. take advantage of them when you can) These are the guys who will like.. pass out pencils, or buttons, or little crafts or something when you run into them.. and ask for donations, rather than just begging.

Basically downtown drives me up the fucking wall. I hate it. I have to park blocks away from where i work, leave my car in the scorching heat half a mile away from me. I have to dodge homeless people to and from the parking lot to get to work and to my car, and if I want to eat, then I get to dodge yet MORE homeless fuckers begging on me. My car could get stolen, I could get mugged/shot/assaulted..

moTherfuck. on my 18th birthday i was down here watching starship troopers on opening day. on the 7th of november (the day before my birthday) the thearter opened, and the movie opened. I figured we could go see the 11:30 showing at nite, and it would carry over to the 8th so it would still count.

the movie was great. i loved it (eat my ass, those who didnt :b i like cheeez action flicks) and afterwards, we were standing on the sidewalk talking about it when three guys confronted my and my friends. The guys tried to sell us some powder in a little baggie. Judging by its size, id say it was either coke or meth. Either way we didnt want any. When we refused the sale they walked away. Course, they got to the end of the block and turned around, walking back fast and looking REALLY FUCKING ANGRY. I think they may have overheard one of my friends making a coke comment or something.

We ran. Really fast. we found a parking lot and started trying to open doors. The guys saw us, and went into a parking structure a couple blocks away and got their car. Now there were four of them, and in a 4runner, and they had bats we could see. They drove around in the parking lot looking for us, but luckily when we saw them coming we managed to find an unlocked door. It was some old ladies car. A giant caddie. She had left two bags of groceries in the backseat. (now this is like fuckin 2am we’re talking about) We’re in a parking lot, on a buisy friday night/saturday morning, in the gaslamp being chased by cokeheads (we think) with bats. We find ourselves hiding in some oldbitches car to keep from getting mauled. We were in that ladies car for something like 45 minutes before the fuckers gave up looking for us. We got out and took the fuck off runnin. We made it back to the coffee shop in poway we were supposed to meet at, and traded stories of what happened. I was with two other guys. The three other people that were with us, took off running in a different direction, and werent followed at all.

I guess im just fucking lucky.

GOd i hate down town. Fuck this place.