What sort of hellish place has HEAT WARNINGS?

It is HOT here.

40 degrees, plus humidity.

And today I start work in the back of a hot, hot bakery. Blah.

I've spent the last week working with Lisa's dad on cars and things. Everyone says he's some sort of evil hardass (outside of their family, mind), but he seems like a pretty good guy, and I actually really enjoy working with him. Her Mom is pretty cool too, Jenny (younger sister) not only got me a job, but is a great drinking buddy because she somehow keeps up without getting drunk (she weights like 100 pounds, tops). Brian (younger brother) is probably going to be flamingly gay when he's older, but is a really nice kid, and Claire (odd older sister) actually seems to like me more than anyone else in the house. So it's not to bad, besides the heat. The only person I have any trouble with at all is Lisa, and that's something I've seen coming for a while.

I've been listening to the Stones alot. Being here makes me feel like hot shit, the coolest motherfucker in the land, simply because everyone here is just ridiculous, for lack of better words. The men are womenly, the women are wicked, and the kids all have parents that WANT to you tell their kids to stop being little shits. None of these people would last a happy second in Dawson, so I feel like the King down here.

EVERYONE has heaps of drama, but there's a pub half a block away (Moosehead Ale kicks ass), and Jenny is always willing to buy me beer and smoke and drink with me without any drama beyond Lisa getting jealous over it.

I'm a horrible influence, but if I have to be in Hell, I'm sure as fucking heaven going to be the Devil.