The last time I went on vacation I drove 45 minutes up the coast highway and landed in a cheap boarding house I’d booked the night before on a 3rd party finder. Room cheap like the plastic blinds had runners missing in halves and a busted fridge that smelt like hot breath cheap, and a…
Tag: Laguna Beach
HEART SPEAK: Saturday Holla-Rant (sucky homework, feminism, dope bodyboarders, instagram)
^ This song ^ which I discovered on Instagram by following a like to a like and then discovering the feed of one of the younger dudes that hangs out and bodyboards at the beach I go to–this one in fact, where I took Eddie and Megan to eat burritos on their way out of…
Haze sun in the canyon
…I walk in to the room dripping in gold…
The 5 for freedom, PCH for peace
There is no homesick lost as the want for a good steak and cheese. It is January, California-mild, the way the smell of grease sits in the back of the throat hits me for no reason as a body sense, makes me think, damn, back there they must be cold. There are no delis here,…
Fall.
Empty skies, quiet beach.
Rode with no plan.
When I lived in Seattle on Larry’s floor I used to wait for him to get home from work so we could take a walk about. We would gear up a backpack with a camera and our notebooks and head off on foot to stalk the city. We didn’t spend money anywhere, what a…
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