Feliz seis de mayo. The sky is grey, one of the things I dislike about San Diego. Sure, it's often sunny and glorious, but there are a great many days covered with a monochromatically grey sky. Give me snow, thunderstorms, extremes! This place is a petri dish for yuppies. I need to explore the grimy underbelly of this town and sit in some dangerous bars, ones that resemble the cantina in Mos Eisley.