January 15, 2002
Tuesday
Boy, RJ was pissy last night. I went home after all. He hadn't had any sleep the night before and took it out on everyone around him. Mr. Cranky Pants. So, I left not wanting to be party to that mess for the whole night. I took the bus back up to Novato this morning. Northern California is so different from the Bay Area. I mean, I guess it's technically the North Bay which is part of the Bay Area, but I don't think about it like that. Anyway, I sat on the bus with two "kids" behind me. The girl asked the guy if he had any pot on him. He said yes. She asked if she could buy it off him for $10. Yeah, no prob, he replied. And then they started talking about smoking and drinking and how her boyfriend was in jail but they wouldn't let her see him for a day or something. It was such a different conversation than anything I had ever heard in Oakland or even San Francisco—except the jail stuff, I hear that on BART all the time. They were all nonchalant about swapping the pot for the cash, like everyone up there does it...and what did I say yesterday?
So I got my car, and it is just beautiful. I love that thing. The muffler sounds great, and I'm so happy. Scott at Midas was short and cute...and married with children. He had a darling picture of his daughter and soccer pictures of his son behind the counter. He was real friendly like, too. I guess that's just the different culture up there. I could get used to people being nice to people because they're people, you know?
That's all.
