3 guys got caught with 400 lbs. of pot stashed in an ambulance - I'll never look at Rural Metro the same way again.

Today on the way to work I stopped into Starbucks on Main St. to grab a quick cup of coffee... I even was "good" and got the decaf Breakfast Blend. Typically I never make this trip and go to the Timmy Ho Ho's on Sheridan Drive, and woe be to those who park a car in Williamsville, even if its for five minutes. This was an omen.

I happily left $tarbuck$ with my coffee, got into my car and drove down Main St., listening to Roby Radio on WGR550 while I drive. A copper sticks his lights on - I'm thinking, "did I speed? Oh god, he's going to see my expired inspection sticker!"

So I am pulled over, and before he even looks at the sticker he is talking to me about it. I slowly realize that while I was parked he had to have noticed it, and waited until I moved the car so that he could give me an moving infraction rather than a typical BPD-style ninja ticket job. What the hell is that?

He even almost let me off, but to be honest the inspection sticker is 9 months overdue so I knew my fate. His exact words were, "May is a little long for me."

This is what you get when you do not bother to get work done on your car and delay inspection. Its "our" fault, but nevertheless, I thought that this was an incredibly shady and underhanded method. If the BPD weren't as fucking stupid as they are you'd think that they would have figured this one out. The way to "raise revenue" for the city isn't to ticket parked cars - the way to go is to "mark" the car and wait until morning for the owner to drive it away! My infraction is going to cost between $105 - $155 - Buffalo, you're slipping.

Considering how fucked up, pouty, whiny, assholish, self-protecting, corrupt, "entitled," lazy and soulless the Buffalo Police Department is, you would have thought that the deviants downtown would have hatched this kind of plot a long time ago.

I even asked the cop what he thought about what is going on at BPD with the supposed "sick out"- he could have cared less, lol. He said to me, "well, they haven't called us for help yet." What, take work away from BPD while they are striking? If they actually went through with it, which I don't think they will, they would probably have a problem with that too and allege that the city, by doing so, violated their collective bargaining agreement with the city.

To his credit, the officer that pulled me over was courteous and polite - a gentleman, even! BPD's riff raff could learn a thing or two - please enforce the law, but don't make peoples lives miserable simply because you can.

Its sunny out - I'm tempted to get out of the office just for the sake of getting out.

I wish that our office wasn't in the middle of nowhere - it would be nice to be able to safely walk to a cafe, or at least a convenience store. Instead, we have to get in a car to head towards Transit Rd. and all the splendid suburban commercial outlets.

(e:jason) and I were having a conversation about moving - we think we found a place to go that we could both live with. Granted, both of us have a lot of self-improvement to do before we undertake such a thing, but generally speaking we agree that being couped up indoors 6 months of the year is detrimental to your mental and physical health. I don't know why, but this winter has taken its toll on me - more than ever I've had my fill of this horrible weather. Maybe thats why a 50 degree day with sunshine might as well be an 80 degree day with sunshine. Settling for less is a way of life around here.

At this point its all shit talk, and we know that making a move west completely on our own will take a lot of money and some proper planning. I know that I will be in Buffalo for another two years to save money and get things lined up properly. We all love Buffalo to a degree, but there is nothing wrong with acknowledging that better *everything* can be found somewhere else. If I had my choice I'd pack up and leave now, but there are too many loose ends and too much unfinished business here to leave yet. Its a frustrating thought.

PRC (People's Republic of California) here we come (eventually!). I will be visiting San Diego or San Fransisco within the next two or three months to have some fun and to figure some stuff out.

All I can say about it is - I'm tired of this.

Every few months or so, I have a dream that completely unsettles me. The dream is not reoccurring, per se, but the central theme is always the same.

Last night I had a dream that my grandfather had died, and our family was having the viewing in my grandmother's house. Actually, to be more specific, in the basement, which is completely unfinished and is essentially a storage area. It was evening, and many people were filing in the house - people my age that I hadn't met and other older people that I also didn't know. I kept walking in and out of the back door, going down my grandmother's driveway to look out into the street. I'm trying to find my then ex-girlfriend, who at the time in the dream had just left me for another guy - she knew my grandfather well and had a great deal of affection for him, and regardless of our "status" I thought that at least she'd want to make a stop at the viewing. After repeatedly going out into the street, going back into the house, having a cocktail (the viewing seemed like more of a party than anything else) and greeting more people, one of whom I actually recognized, trying to contact my ex, rinse and repeat... I finally woke up with the ugliest feeling.

Now, of course, in real life my grandfather actually died 5 years ago, I had rekindled with my now ex-girlfriend shortly thereafter (we were 'high school sweethearts') and his viewing was at a funeral home. The details in the dream always change - the time of year, the place, the details about the status of my relationships, where we are, etc. - but one thing always remains the same. In every version of this dream I'm searching for my girlfriend and I know damn well that she is with another guy, and I can never find her.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have called this girl an "ex-girlfriend" for years - I haven't dated exclusively since and have had a great deal of fun. At the time we broke up it was for another guy that she had previously dated. I was convinced that we were going to be getting married one day, and the experience took its toll on me in ways that I'm not going to describe in a public journal. Lets just say it was the worst experience of my life and I was completely devastated - it was the worst kind of betrayal I've ever dealt with.

I NEVER think of this girl - I don't even remember the last time she crossed my mind. I've "been with" a few other ladies since and there is absolutely no time in the past where she's crossed my mind when I'm with someone else. And to be fair to the other girls, they were fabulous, incredible ladies that gave that completely broken guy some hope - those girls I truly respect and love to this day. However, every couple months, like some twisted, diabolical variation on the worst experience of my life, this dream pops up out of nowhere and leaves me feeling incredibly sullen.

Its time I admitted it - I think my mind is playing tricks on me, and I am beginning to believe that the experience I had with that evil ex has somehow affected my subconscious very deeply. I do not have relationship phobia because of my ex - the girls I met after her, like I said, were incredible and fascinating in their own ways. I am grateful for having experienced a little bit of fun with them, and in some ways they forced me to see myself in different ways that have changed me for the better. The experiences with them made me more optimistic, hopefully in a permanent way. How can I ask for more than that?

But a girl that took away a more innocent side of me, somebody that I don't care about, somebody whose location I don't know, somebody that basically was sinister behind a gorgeous veneer - she can rob me of my good vibes and ruin my day because of what seems to be a deeply rooted problem of my own, caused by what she did to me a few years ago.

(e:jason) just came home for a minute, which is nice because otherwise I'd be left feeling a little helpless, being by myself until 6pm and not knowing what to do. Smoking pot can carry you only so far... I need to find a way to catch a little euphoria, even if its only temporary.