Day 1

Arrival. Fuck 5am wake up calls when peacefully sleeping at home, listening to the waves roll into my subconscious. addendum, fuck 5am wake up calls Always. The freeway, oh god the freeway. Antique shopping and scoring finds, as one can only do in high-end, endlessly consumeristic name-brand obsessed fashion cities. Mexican for dinner, oh holy goodness encased in fried corn.