Written Sometime towards the end of October, 2008
It's 90F outside desert valley streets strip mall after strip mall after strip mall. Some country meets Asian Mexican ghetto cafe, feeling like Bonnie and Clyde... We sit and order coffee the fucking valley, living a bohemian lifestyle that I've always wanted on the surface, its one thing to look the part but to actually be away from the style of the city. It's hard even though only ten miles away somewhere tucked into the deep deep country. Motorcycle Riders in all black. Overweight frizzy hair older women with crispy faces, Spanish speaking families.... The youthful world of the big city does not exist here. Here we are the true bohemians broke musicians living in the country.
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