well, it’s official, i’ve moved on down the coast after a completely desolate drive down the five–farms. farms. farms. and nothing like the small family farms of wisconsin. large factory farms without a soul in sight. but hey, when driving a 12foot penske truck, you don’t get the luxuries of the 101. and with my father’s fabulous company and dylan playing on repeat–it ain’t so bad at all.
welcome to los angeles.
san francisco, you’ve treated me well–but here’s to a new adventure in la.