sitting in oakland california
about 3am with stacey and arlo and harley listening to soul coughing after driving in from mendo down that twisty, windy, roller coaster of a road, 128. wish you were here. the news is quiet, even though i haven’t looked at it in a week. everything seems much the same, nobody even noticed i wasn’t looking.
Posted: July 27th, 2007 under Uncategorized.
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