150 deep?

Sunday evening, post double session at Trestles, Aaron guides us to Laguna for a poki sampling that proves to be nearly fatal to my lower intestines, or maybe it was the fried sweet potatoes, or the 47 ounces of Pari Pari hot sauce I poured on everything including my finger.

Monday night, north side, overhead, five guys out and every one of them including myself were total dick heads.

Tuesday morning, saw Steve, Dave Turbo and Kelly from HSS. The swell is dwindling, as are my hopes for complete world domination.

Wednesday morning, no go, stuffed full of bbq corn, pupusas and huntington beach tools, i either hate my town or i hate people as a general rule of thumb.

Holding at minus 26 since we started counting in March, but at I figure I'm well over 150 sessions so far in 2010. Why must I count everything? My mild OCD, a tinge of Aspergers coming on, or a long string of total insanity that is slowly coming out as I approach the half way point, all valid assumptions.