Real epiphany is precious, and i look for muse in as many places as i can. This weekend i looked for a new impression in the much romanticized city of Santa Cruz. The town fell arrest under foriegn tropical conditions reflecting places I haven't been, but imagine what they would be like. Hiking to the coy puddle, warm rain dripped puddles from branches and leaves that slow the process from harder rain falling directly downward. The rain felt like little love slaps carresing my skin and clothing.
We smoked weed from a strange lady who collected our forgotten beer cans. A damn good trade i thought. We pay for beer and we geet mass amounts of weed as well. Santa cruz was my love affair. A place where J walking is more of a threat than hippies hitting the bong in broad daylight.
We ate big breakfasts, i saw friends afar like Derek Nieman, Amanda Baker and the famous Amy Patton. I also got to see old friends like Joe Cisneros and good people like Tim Tarrant and Adrian.
On the way out the police raided lens car and debunked our stash... but we stopped at sundown and the sun glazed our stoned faces through the clouds and mountain tops. They let us off clean instead of stranded, but even the day trumped our luck.
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