Blogging from my phone is supes weird, hombres. I paid for the minimum data plan and, apparently, have already gone well over my limit, forcing a charge for a secondary data package. Fuckin’ Instagram bullshit! I guess I have a few days left to get my moneyz worth.

I spent the earlier half of the day walking from one destination to another in this horrific, sweltering heat. I bought a spray canister of sunscreen on sale because I really can’t afford to not have any. I’m no vampire but I’m not about to be a raisin, as they say (they being nobody. Nobody has used that phrase, ever).

Angus and Hollywood are barking at little chicanos lighting firecrackers. They also like to slobber uncontrollably all over my arms. All I can think of when I spend time with these dogs, little horses that they are, is how tragically awkward Aaron is going to look walking Damien in six months time. Danes are massive, and if bull size is any indication of the brood, Damien’s just going to be too damn big.

That’s third time now I’ve heard an ice cream truck pass this afternoon. Either this neighborhood is a dynamite ice cream market, or I’m calling shady drug runners. Viva la Tucson!

I’m not looking forward to San Diego on Thursday morning. Long stretches of highway and salty ocean scents I can deal with; death in the family I can deal with (as I’ve been finding ways all the week); but I’m not sure I can deal with the emotional-political landscape of my Uncle’s dining room table. I know the importance of my presence, and am fully aware that this is ultimately in the best interest for all of our grieving hearts. If the repetitiveness of history has taught me anything, however, it has taught me that this will prove more tasking than anyone needs right now. Words will be misconstrued, differences will be had, and the responsibility of issuing diplomacy falls to the few of us who are not already fully crippled under the emotional burden of death. Nobody needs that, and so three cheers to hoping I’ve made a poor assumption. It is my only wish for everyone to see this through, to unite in the bonds of love and family, and to put aside all else.

Because, really, what else matters if not those things?

Ice cream truck is still at it. Dayum son!

I need to get the Internet or some paints or something.