going going to cali cali

as i approach the last hours that i will spend in southern california, i reflect on the wildest experience ive had without the influence of drugs or alcohol.
the people, the lifestyle, the little subtle details that makes me who i am and the family that helped raise me. this is the ground my mother trampled on years ago when she first had to live on her own at a tender age of 18. this is where she lived in absolute poverty, where she first began to live, where she grew and flourished. this in essence is my land too. california is gorgeous, from the women to the one freeways that take you past countless mountains. i can't even begin to imagine any place on earth as diverse and vast as california.
the family i have here are amazing too. some i dont even know, some i barely have brushed shoulders with but the warmth and hospitality is there. i dont have a conventional family and for that i love. i have uncles that arent really uncles, cousins that arent really cousins, and great aunts and uncles who are really great aunts uncles. hilarious chinese-vietnamese folk who love talking shit. i guess thats where i get it from.
i have to say, i love california, but without the family that i have here, it would be worthless.
tomorrow i leave them, for the north. to the bay.
in search of.
eye protein.
12 lbs of luggage. 3 unfinished packs of cigarettes i keep buying to drink with my coffee. cement hardened fists. and a sore ass.