Apparently, I Live Near the Ocean Now.

but it's a bit of a walk.

Today, I hopped on over to Marina Del Rey to hang out with my friend Eric (who also went to Compass, also wants to be a writer, and is also from the Midwest). We proceeded to visit the ocean, then drive up the PCH, all the while pointing out different things that we find "weird" about this place.

It was a long conversation.

Hanging out was nice, and it also helped to cure the "New City Blues" which is a mental condition/song title that I just invented. I also may have stumbled over an important discovery: Having friends and making new friends reduces the feeling that you're a complete stranger, utterly alone in a sprawling metropolis.

It's just a hypothesis, I know, but it's crazy enough to work.



Also, I met a Siberian Husky named Sasha. We are friends now.



[And he shifts in his sleep and the Earth begins to quake]