1218 PM, Friday
Cleaning out my desk, turning in my gun and badge. Last day at work, no one is here. Peter will arrive shortly and we will move stuff. I’m hangingout around because this guy Brent had my hard drive and he’s usually around here at this time. He may be going on a trip however, so I may have to leave town without it!
nature rewards courage, put to the test today. after peter helped me move out we hit west cliff and serendipitously stumbled upon Noah dah, the most exalted member of the Santa Cruz community. us three jumped off the cliff by the lighthouse 4 times, and i officially learned the definition of ‘kinda sketch’ from an older surfer dad. his friend’s son was trying to climb up the cliff in the toliet bowl and I saw his sweep 15 feet up onto the rocks, and 15 fifteen feet down just as quickly from the tide. we managed up the same cliff on the fourth kind.
on the drive down to SLO we experienced a 20 / 10 sunset at moss landing on the beach. i linked Jimmothy Leary to a new friend we made and i will hit him up cause he lives in San Mateo
ALSO MOST IMPORTANT
We stopped in gonzales and ran onto a high school football field mid game, shouting ‘you’re in a simulation’ over and over again to the football players. A player juked me, I fell and twisted my ankle.
freestyle tapes with peter in the car before I think