The Lovely Ole Days of Summer

Man, do I love the summer. Then again, I'm a southern boy and I love hot weather. I guess that's why I'm not living in the North East of Chicago, but man do things get crazy around here.

If anybody didn't know, and to be perfectly honest, I don't think anyone does. I don't think anyone reads this damn blog. I work at a pretty popular Convention Hotel here in San Diego as a security officer. I work the graveyard shift, and let's just say I've seen my fair share of crazy stuff. That being said I'm so glad I was off last Friday. Having a murder/suicide will do that to a person. All the crazy stuff in this hotel happens in the summer. I mean drunk people everywhere. Couples trying to fuck all over the hotel. That place is like the funhouse. It makes for a fun place to work at times. It can also make for some very tiring nights. The bad part is I'm starting to think that what one of my co-workers said is true. "Rich people are just as stupid as everyone else. They can just afford to be dumb."