i took not one picture in berkeley, california.
not one picture of the gargantuan trees.
not one picture of the beautiful flowers, monster buildings, fire weed, fiery mountains of glass.
telegraph, shattuck, college.
bomb diggitty eats. homies left and right.
13 in san jose. owned but its ok.
trees, sweet trees, man.
infinite places to sit, to smoke, to think.
infinite corners to hide in, to watch.
millions of steps upon stairs, under stars.
why the hell do i resort to wannabe haikus?
because there is no other way to tell you about,
6 lane highways, vietnamese ethnic enclaves, coffee shoppes.
the baddest motherfucking airport in the world, walking on the tarmac,
onto a pseudo-private jet to some unknown destination.
the beaches, the bitches, the fast rides,
and the slow ones too.
shit how i miss you california.
