concrete ocean

we're ending our second week of haul out here in san diego. it's weird to be on a boat thirty feet above the ground. we've been getting up at 0650 and quitting when it gets dark so riding my bike is right out. freight trains go barreling through the yard at all hours and we get to climb a good bit of scaffolding every time we have to take a piss, or dump the dish water [which we have to collect in buckets]. ahhh haul-out. good times. hopefully we'll splash down on tuesday and finish the rest of our yard time in the water. then it's back to the oc to finish the contract. it seems like we just started. time really flies when your... but not when you're hung over like i was today. it wasn't so much a hang over as it was the three hours of sleep i got last night. today lasted forever, but i still love rock and roll.