4th of July, yes!
Which means a day off work, and being invited to a friends B.B.Q. in Santa Cruz (never fail to love that town). Which means a drive over the hill, eats, smokes, drinks, the worste hour of group karaoke I can recall being part of. (we serioulsy freaked the dog out.)
twilight.
Drive down and then walk (with duffel bag) toward the...
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