California

I didn't really tell anyone,
I didn't really plan anything,
I just kinda left.

and moved to California.

I don't have a job,
an apartment,
or a plan.

but I'm happy...!

Let's see...
what to tell you?

Well, for starters,
last night I slept
in a King Size Suite
at a Casino in Northern California.

It had a Jacuzzi tub,
and the biggest shower I've
ever seen.

I had a gig there,
it came with the room.

the gig kinda sucked,
but the bath was cool.

I laid out in the bathtub,
with company,
smoking a joint,
drinking a beer,
and not even touching her legs.

It was that big.

I got the weed
for the joint from
some hippies I met
in Sebastopol.

This one is hard to explain,
I didn't steal the weed,
and they didn't give it to me.

I brushed it off the couch,
and figured...
well...
there's no sense wasting that.

that's right.

I brushed loose
pieces of weed off the couch,
so I could sit down,
next to the jar of weed
that was bigger than my head.

That was separate from the
tupperware container of weed
in the kitchen.

I think that was for cooking.

Let's just say,
these guys had a lot of fucking dope.

They all had the prescription.

Legal.

Weed.

I love this country.

We met these guys
at an open mic we
showed up to.

We had nowhere to sleep.
didn't know anybody,
and we are quickly running
out of money.

So we found an open mic,
I played,
I told the audience I
was looking for a place to crash.

and this cool, funky dude
in dreadlocks came up
to me and asked if we
wanted to sleep in his treehouse.

that's right.

treehouse.

It was the most deluxe
treehouse I have ever seen
in my life.

It had insulated windows.

so that's where we slept,
high off our gourds.

We woke up
with mountains in the background,
and a dude juggling in the backyard.

It was fantastic.

I hope I explained this all right,
it's been quite a crazy few days.

talk to you soon,

-p