"This is 103.5, the Coast. We're playing nothing but love songs after ten. Caller, where are you 'coasting' from?" a sexy mature lady's voice asked. "This is Jennifer in Los Angeles. I want to dedicate a song for my boyfriend. He's in the next room, and he's high." "Wow, what an accomplishment. How long has he been high for?" "It's been a while now. He hadn't been before, but now he's high, and I love him so much. I wanted to request James Taylor." This is what I heard as I was going down the escalator coming home from my D&D game. It turned to static. I knew I must've been hearing it wrong. I was trying to figure out what they were actually saying. Were they really happy that he was high? All in the same week, one Ipod broke, and I lost the other. And besides losing my two Ipods, I totally lost my shit too. I had never really heard the subway. I mean that's some scary shit. That's the noise in my head when I'm at work and have a really bad hangover. The impending doom hangover that I've had everyday this week. I was looking around me and everybody seemed totally comfortable with the noise. I turned into 18-years-old this week.. I have no control over my emotions. It feels kind of nice because I thought I was totally dead inside. It's nice to know that they're still something going on in there, but it's not comfortable. It's OK. Things aren't always comfortable. Maybe I want it like that. Well, this blog is quickly turning boring. On the train, some cops got on, and as I was getting off waiting for the doors to slide open, I could've sworn the lady cop was staring at my crotch. I tried to make eye contact with her, but all she could do was stare at my crotch. I mean, I don't blame her one bit. If I was her, I'ld be staring at my crotch too. I have a magnificent crotch. It's truly a sight to behold. I think it's my best feature. I mean, I really do. I'm quite proud of it. Oh, and I left this part out. When I was riding my bike to D&D, I was riding through Burbank, and I couldn't fucking believe it, a cop pulled me over. He said he pulled me over because I had both of my earphones in my ears, and that that was illegal. He asked me my name. I said, "Hi my name is Francisco,:" and I thrust my hand out and smiled and vigorously shook his hand. It surprised him to say the least. He asked me if I had ever been arrested. I said no. I've probably been arrested at least 8 times in my life. I told him that I couldn't believe that that was illegal. I told him that riding a bike with headphones on is my all time favorite thing in the world. "Well, you know besides sex, of course," I told him. He smiled so big. Fuck, now I kind of regret writing this story right now because I probably could've made a way funnier and more well written anecdote out of it, but I'm so tired right now. Work has been so exhausting because of the heat, and I haven't been able to sleep on account of being so worked up with guilt on behalf of totally losing my shit last weekend as well as other things that I could describe with dumb little meaningless fancy expressions such as, "on account of" and "on behalf of losing my shit" and "such as". May the "It's and Its bullshit" live on! May it live on in our hearts for eternity evoking meaningless teenage emotions and erections and nighttime sobbing. You know, it's always this, that, and the other except when it's even another thing, but even then, it's just a bunch of bullshit if you ask me, so may you all go fuck yourselves.