I left the house at about 11:30 this morning for a quick trip to get cigarettes and lunch. Maybe some groceries too. By the time I got home, ten hours later, I’d been to Saratoga, Scotts Valley, Santa Cruz, Capitola, Watsonville (for the first time), Gilroy, Morgan Hill, and San Jose.
And, now that I think about it, I never did get cigarettes.
Things I may write about later:
- Assholes on motorcycles (or penis size issues for dummies)
- I love A&W (or musings on a round, orange fireplace)
- Los Gatos (or how rich white people turn nice towns into such boring places)