So last night i watched 8 episodes of the Wire season 1. This leaves me with a great craving for crab cakes.

I get up, go get my hair cut down the street at the Beatnik Barber, then call Kara. We meet up, go down to Lexington Market for Faidley's, the best crabcakes in the city. I get so full it's incredible. On the way back we see a monk carrying a banner that says "God Loves You Just The Way You Are", in gay rainbow colors - oh yeah, it's Gay Pride weekend.

Then, on my way home Josh Seipp and Janet flag me down, and they drive me over to Mick O'Sheas, where a bunch of people are watching the World Cup. We chill and chat. The ref is fucked! I have a sweet Yeungling. Josh drops me off as close as we can get to my place - because the Gay Pride parade is going on.

I watch that for a minute, then decide to come home and digest. Across the street from my house, two huge lesbians are illegally parked, and their hood is smoking and there is a huge POW! Their radiator, or something has exploded and gallons of foul smokey fluid is gushing out of their grill.

I remark to the guy sitting on my stoop, "That's not good." He replies... "You right, that's definitely no good... Hey, if you know anyone who needs weed or coke, get with me."

I love Baltimore.