My lease ends here in good old SC on Sunday. The current plan is to move to San Francisco with Chas. I'm going to be couch surfing for the next couple weeks until we get our acts together and find a place, so expect me to come knocking at your door (or ringing on your phone) for a place to stay. I will repay you with my excellent quesadilla making skills and the promise that you can crash on my couch in The City when I get one. In honor of my last days in Santa Cruz, I wrote a shitty poem about my home of the last 4 years and perhaps I'll get around to finishing it one day...

A city of lost boys who never grow old
with expensive toys and theme parties
they're all poised to do just as they're told
when they leave they turn back in to donkeys