Monday, July 5, 2010

i live for the nights that i can’t remember, with the people that i won’t forget.

ever since i was 18 years old, ive harbored an intense love affair with san francisco. the more i come and go, the city always feels like home.

day four consisted of good food, strong drinks, even better conversations and temporary goodbyes. the bus back to LA left at 11pm and i watched fireworks from the bay bridge. one stop in coalinga led to a hilarious invite to a motel 6 from an older, drunk gentleman. watched the sunrise over los angeles and was glad i survived the weekend's antics.

super beat,
t