All in all, Stockton was actually kind of nice, but there wasn't shit to do. So, out of boredom, I trekked to Sacramento where I did a bit of sightseeing. That lasted about an hour. Strangely, I didn't encounter a single living soul all day long (which was also kind of nice). Eventually I found my way down to the river and smoked a joint. I skipped some stones (badly), pissed in the water (which was hard to miss), and tried to commune with the Cuckoos (who had a "locals only" kind of an attitude).
I think I've had my fill of the place.
I think I've had my fill of the place.