I always read about how people that are single try to get through this time of year. Infact there are even guides and how to make it through a most loving time known as Christmas. So being the chain smoking, Guinnes drinking, going back for thirds at a buffet loving kinda guy I have thought about this long and hard, so here is my unoffical guide to getting though the season with out taking a razor to the bathroom.



1, stop feeling sorry for yourself, there are people in this world that won't have a merry christmas because their too god damn busy listening to you piss and moaning about why your single and no one will love you. Your not helping anyone by bringing their fucking mood down, so shut the fuck up.



2, Reframe from loosing your temper with store clerks, in an age where people like to be taken care of before anyone else, that poor kid just wants to have their lunch break and they do not need you to flip out cause the credit card machine is running slow. Besides you would be upset if I walked right up and punched you in the gut for no reason, that is the same effect a pissed of soccer mom has when she is screaming at a clerk cause they ran out of some toy their kid is going to trade for a better toy anyway.



3, Stop saying, "I can find any open parking spots!", God Damn it is Christmas what the fuck do you expect!!! Besides this will give you a chance to walk off a few of those Thanksgiving pounds, and the odd's of your car being broken into is a lot lower than if you had some cherryspot in the shade.



4, This is for the ladies, stay away from any place that sells jewelery. Cause you will only get upset and you might spot in ex-boyfriend buying something you wanted for his new girlfriend.



5, Now for the men, stay away from Stripp Clubs. A well trained stripper can spot a single man like a Lion hunting and injured fawn. You will get nothing out of pissing away your paycheck on a girl named "Ivana Humpalot" from Russia. And this rule applies to married and kept men as well, cause you fuckers use your credit cards and leave a paper trail that would make Tony Soprano blush. No Stripp Clubs.



6, Stay away from office parties. You are forced to spend time with these people durning the day, you do not need to spend any more time than alloud by Congress.



7, Try not to watch and family porgramming, no real reason but there is no way in hell I am watching "A Very Brady Christmas", unless I am given a lot of drugs to prepare. Full House, FRIENDS, anything on ABC's family line-up, reqiures me to have a small stalk-pile of smokes and beer if I am forced to watch them.

Every now and than I hear a song that makes me feel like this was written for me. I hear this song and i grip my legs and wonder what will become of me one day. When no one needs me where will I go? Some of you might have read the entry before this one in the personal enteries, maybe some of you know how I feel and think what I think. All I know is that I am alone, I walk alone, and there is not a god damn thing that can be done about it.

Blvd of Broken Dreams. Who has not walked alone at night just cause it feels like the right thing to do, maybe we have a pack of smokes to keep us company. Many of night I have walked the back allies of San Francisco, watching the homless of this so called "Great City" sleep hopeing with out hope, dreaming what can not be dreamed. All waiting for life to end and start a new, I see the hookers make their rounds, freezing with tired feet, preying that the next trick will not turn ugly. I see hustlers shooting dice aching to catch a break from their troubles. As I make my way to south of market I see the runaways make a place to sleep for the night whiling counting the spare change in hopes of getting a meal for taming the fix of drugs and vice. My black over coat flapping in the bitter wind of San Francisco, my grey fedora hat waiting to blow away if given the chance. I carry a walking stick incase something very wrong happens, but it is never really needed.

The cops chasing random dealers in the night's sky as i light my red 100.

The great city of San Francisco, where you can find a girl crying her eyes out cause her true love was careless and contracted a std. A lone man in his early 20's standing infront of his apartment building waiting to catch a cheating girlfriend and her lover, as he sits across the street our eyes catch each other for the briefest of moments.

His eye's tell me, "I love her with every being of my heart and she is fucking some frat boy she met after I left the bar!" Than he returns his gaze back on the building knowing the truth but not knowing what to do. Just another victim of this thing known as young love and romance of a college realtionship. This city is filled with people aching to be loved, hoping to meet that special person, most knowing it will never happen.

Hoping that there is a light at the light will shine upon the city with the Golden Gates...............

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