Refugee Living
Well, I’m back in SLO. Seeing my family was great this weekend. Erin (my sister) and I headed to a local dive bar and had way too much to drink, played shuffleboard, and drank more. During the course of the evening, I got hit on by a single mom! Funny, that.
Anyway, I’m back in SLO, living in my refugee style, with barely anything of importance in my room, with the exception of one painting by Linz, a mini fridge full of Fat Tire Amber Ale (who want’s to come help me drink it? We can hang out, talk about random shit, and listen to cool old school funk…), my guitar gear, and my photo gear. I also have my work computer here with me, but hey… I gotta pay the bills, right?
Seriously though, I’m only here for two more months, so give me a call, come over, and lets hang. Also, I need to get my ass in shape for Patagonia and New Zealand, so anyone who likes to hike, give me a call or send me an email. Word.
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