Mission Kinda Accomplished

I'm getting old! My slowing metabolism and muscle recovery is the physical evidence, while on a behavioral level I am becoming increasingly uninterested in everything.  My attention span is approaching that of a fussy infant and I've been unintentionally experimenting with cynicism in small doses.  Is this it for me? Am I at the peak of aging, right before the steep fall into a pre middle age slump?

It won't be long until this time now will exist only in memory, with age I will likely lose important story details along with scrotal perkiness, so in preparation for that I've been cataloging notable thoughts via this blog.  I never wanted a specific recollection of events, I've instead focused on how important certain People and experiences were in my personal growth.  My intentions in writing and life have always been of entertainment based seriousness; I've always thought I had something important to say, I'm just not comfortable doing it, so I format the serious moments in my life and literature like the last 5 minutes of a "Full House" episode: I make my audience cringe through my serious thoughts before smoothing over the moment with a cute joke.  Doing so I've hoped my writing and life could be looked upon as an outsider and appreciated as entertainment and maybe, just maybe a little something to think about.

For me Blogging has always been about filling a gap, the gap of information needed to understand the important participants in our lives.  At times I've been unnecessarily brief with the people in my life, and at times I've been left wanting more from someone without the means to learn more.  By Blogging hopefully I've created the opportunity for anyone to learn a little something about me.  

A cute joke.     

As a dude with limited capabilities I take great pride in the 23 posts I've written before this.  My blog was also never intended for mass appeal so remaining motivated to write my unread words is an accomplishment in itself.  In celebration I will be taking a new exciting direction in my Random Thoughts, my 25th post will betray my underground roots for the highly popular Guest post.  I have the perfect candidate, all I need now is a couple Puppy hostages to encourage participation.

 

A subpar way to dine

Hidden between a Rite Aid and Medical Marijuana dispensary is San Diego's premier downtown eatery.  An ill timed blink may be responsible for even the most trained of eyes missing this 7th street gem.  You'll know your in the right place once you've entered and tripped the overhanging bell alarm and took in the ambiance of expired Olives and silent farts.  If you're an expert sign reader; you'll be directed to the end of an excessive sneeze guard where the eager "Artist" will take your order in between text messages and inappropriate itches.

Upon deciphering the complex code of  Bread, Meat, Cheese that requires repeating no less than four times, you'll be shuffled down an assembly line of common produce that is surprisingly foreign to even the most frequent of clientele.  During this critical time of service a guest is required to retain laser accurate eye contact with their Sandwich at the risk of losing your selection to the Mayo-less Chicken Breast ahead of you.  The option to partake in the enjoyment of a strangers back or a nearby phone conversation are available and free of charge, but not encouraged.

After selecting an assortment of Vegetables fitting your Protein choice, another associate will masterfully stuff them inside your Bread with the delicate care usually given to cheap luggage.  Once your foot long creation is completed a quality assurance executive will loosely wrap your sandwich to properly ensure your ingredients form a fun little salad at the bottom of your bag once arriving at your eating destination.

On site dining is available without a reservation, but phoning ahead is recommended to secure a sticky Soda stained Yellow Booth featuring Cookie crumbs atop and chewing gum treasures below.  Overall this fine establishment should solely be considered in the event of a massive Chuckwagon shortage at your local gassery or an unprecedented Hot Pocket recall.