walking the mission in the rain.....

Travis 40 ford in front of the shop (the running 40):

It rains very little in San Diego, of the California Republic. Usually only at night, and usually very lightly. (Though it sounds loud on the tin roof of the shop). If it rains for more then 3 hours with any relative strength the street you see before you floods. At least up to the first step. I love the rain. It is the misery that makes the sunshine what it is. There for, I end up loving the rain just as much as the sun. It's the metronome of keeping busy. The white noise of the tv with no cable. It scares all the bugs inside and leave the streets empty for me to drive around in. Usually to creepy delta blues or this

I think watching the final/directors cut of Blade Runner inspired this diarha of the mouth.