4-0-5 F-O-G

so i'm driving home from getting bitch-slapped at poker tonight when i passed into the fog. 405 fog. that sometime occurrence when the ocean mist gets carried away on its travels to the valley and then runs back round on itself to settle in between the canyon walls because, in its awkward meandering, it now wants to fuck with people out of spite.

so this fog was fairly dense and fun to dissect. cutting through with my car at 80mph, clearing the path seconds at a time, i liked how the highway half-resembled a disney ride. space mountain.

which reminds me...i want to go there. disneyland.