Friday beer

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Stopped in a local dive bar (Seahorse) that I’ve never been in before for a Friday drink. Dive bars in Pacifica seem pretty similar to those in San Francisco.

There are a couple of locals, one of which really likes basketball and is getting very excited and very upset alternating every 20 seconds or so.

Some girls just brought in balloons as there apparently will be a party tonight. It is a shame I won’t be able to stick around.
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Remembering Bobby J. – February 26th 2015

Tonight it is with a very heavy heart that I write this post.  I just received word from my hometown that my old neighbor, the young boy I knew while I was growing up, died from a heroin overdose.

It is moments like these that violently jolt us awake from the slumber brought on by daily monotonous routine.  

Tomorrow the sun will still rise, people will still go to work, but the world will not be the same, and never will be again.  There is one more whose light has been extinguished and now only exists in memory.