punched in the face for the very first time:
so joanna accidentally antagonizes some fucks outside the saloon by asking them if they had rides home or whatever (which they took very aggressively). followed by some dick in a black shirt who takes everything we say aggressively/calls me +dylan neves cox (he was there) homos (we are wearing tight pants). he doesn't like us laughing at that, > morgan +joanna try to get us to leave. but don't for some reason. then i see this huge white guy in a white shirt quickly approaching and, smiling, i am tumbled backward over the bike rack i was leaning against/sitting on. dazed, spit blood on ground. laughing/crying, quite surprising, we get the fuck out of there. make joanna give a bum (who talked way too long) a cigarette/watch her faith in humanity shatter. white guy's wife gets out of a car and comes over to ask if we are okay. i say i am okay.

thoughts: split lip doesn't hurt. just numb. nose feels tweaked though, even next day. do not think it is broken. encinitas surprisingly dangerous place. if someone calls you a homo after midnight, do not laugh at them. and never ever let joanna talk to strangers.