the fucking SFPD

so last night we were leaving haight because we had gone and picked up some coals for my hookah. were driving along and theres a cop car in front of us. my friend taylor says something along the lines of "oh no, five oh." and we all laugh and whatever. so we were behind the cop at an intersection. when the light turned green he made a left, and we proceeded to make a left also. as we made a left and crossed the intersection, my friend taylor says harmlessly "I SMELL BACON!". unbeknownst to us, there was another cop at the intersection to our right. and by pure coincidence, taylor happen to have his window down while he said the phrase just loud enough for the other cop to hear him say it who also, unluckily, had his window down also. and as were driving, the copper shines his light at us and then i proceeded to get pulled over by the police. and ironically, taylor says "dude, im so sorry if you got pulled over for my saying that." and of course, that WAS the reason why we were being pulled over. so the cop walks up to taylors side and starts grilling him about saying the word bacon. he asks if we were referring to them and truthfully taylor admits that he was referring to the cops ahead of us. (which really doesnt make a big fucking difference to these two cops). and the cops says "Are you sure??? Cause im pretty sure we made eye contact there and we had a moment" (LMAO) and taylor says no and apologizes. so they grab his ID and go back and run it. by this time im pissed of and laughing at the same time and so is everyone else in the car. so the cops walk back and hands taylor his ID. and then the cop proceeeds to say this: "Taylor, youve got a big mouth. and the mouth of yours is going to get you and your friends in trouble. so dont be a pin head." and then he lets us go.




WTF???????????????????????????
lol.
i was equally pissed and laughing my ass off at the same time.
definitely one of the highlights of my week.

the electric skyline keeps calling me...

who wouldve thought 2 weeks would be that significant
but im still here trying to wash her perfume off my skin.
and pack away and categorize these memories
as something to think about
when i start hitting the bottle
and get all nostalgic about past lovers.
but the sweet taste of her lips just wont leave me.
lingering… like i had just placed them on hers.

maybe we took it too far.
maybe we should have just left it at one night
and never looked back on it again.
but 14 days in and we still had no regrets.
well we had one.
that we would have to leave the shelter of our hotel bed sheets
and join the real world again.
to get back to reality.
to go back to work and the routine of things.

and we promised on our friendship
that we would never think about those 336 hours

but here i am, bearing my heart to strangers
and admitting that i wish whole heartedly
that we could some how exist outside
of the world that we built and called our own…

isnt that how its supposed to be?
or how its supposed to work.
when you find someone you want to spend
your lazy and long days with
just laying in bed
wrapped up in each others arms and legs
and never letting go.
seriously, being happy is not supposed to be this hard.

so why then did it get so complicated?
why are there conditions made and secrets kept???
when its all over, we dont even call each other afterwards.
as though the 1,209,600 seconds never took place.

sigh.
i can say we had a good time.
which of course is an understatement.
as if every night we spent lip-locked while
the world was on the brink of absolute destruction.
and we were trying to commit one last desperate sin
before the impending apocalypse...