Drove back to my apartment in silence, didn't even have the radio on. Just both windows up and the heater cranked. Middle of February is no time for swimming in San Fran Bay. But I couldn't ask Faith for help over the wall, would of fried her into original recipie kfc ( Read more... )

What in the hell? First I'm filled with sick warm feelings for Jasmine of Los Angeles, and then she is gone, throwing me back to the cold hard truth. The way it went down, I'm guessing Angel and gang had something to do with it. Time to visit the hotel, see whats what. Not that I care or anything.