One Year Later
Yikes.. it’s been a full year since I met that girl you always see me here with. Are you sick of seeing her in these photos yet? Good, because I’m not either. Plus, she’s pretty easy on the eyes so what the fuck are you whining about anyways? We weren’t totally sure on the date, so we skipped town around the time we thought it should have been and set about doing what we normally do whilst out of town (i.e. drinking and hotel rooms). The place we were staying at was for old rich people who like wine and go to bed at 9pm, so we got drunk, snuck out onto the main patio and talked until it was very late. The in the morning we hiked up Jack London’s grave and checked out his property. Did you know that he built his dream house for years, only to have it burn down as they were moving in the furniture? He died shortly afterward, never having seen his dream fully realized. Sorry Jack, it looked like it would have been a really cool house. (You can see more photos here.)