Brb, I'm going to go eat lunch first. 127pm
I am back from lunch. 144pm I would've been back 5 minutes ago, but I needed to speak with someone in the office.
My old neighborhood in San Francisco involved a lot of business and transportation traffic. We once had a Cala Foods not more than 100 feet away from my house. That was torn down and replaced with condos and a little convenient store. There used to be a FotoMat drive-thru less than 70 feet away. Not it's even more condos. The comic book store where I purchased Spawn #1 through #20 had moved somewhere a bit farther than where we are now. It was small, so a bigger venue would have given it justice.
Scattered throughout a 10-block radius, grade school classmates are located amongst this perpendicular shaped neighborhood; some closer to the beach front than myself. By the way, I am 3-blocks from lower great highway. I've taken advantage of the beach and it's view so many times. I cannot live too far away from water. I would feel trapped, like Stitch, but he's surrounded by water. Noisy, wave-crashing water or calm, serene type water, they both work the same. Although, beach water could be very dangerous. Quiet waters could be scary too with Michael Myers lurking the underwater surface with his machete.
Bottomline, my old house is my place to escape reality. It's a place of growing, and also a place to relax and unwind. This past Saturday, I went home to go watch an SF Giants game. Lowry pitching with heart and his abilities, he takes another win at home. I grew up in San Francisco. I roamed the midnight streets of San Francisco in my high school days. But I always ended up safe at home. Nothing beats home. Nothing beats the happy memories. Nothing beats your childhood days.
I'm getting older everyday, but a whole new number on Thursday night, it'll be just another day. The age of age no longer counts for me. I am now in the age of career, love, and family.
note: it is not all wasted time.