San Diego (chapter 1)

Song: "Devil Town" Daniel Johnston
Food: Peanut Butter and torts

Got the heck out of Santa Barbara before the city took what little spirit I had left in my tiny, black spirit organ. Had an amazing trip on the Amtrak down to San Diego, it follows the coast line very closely for a large part of the ride. It makes you feel like royalty, or that you have been given some exclusive pass to travel in the forbidden area, all for 33 bucks! I spent most of my time looking out the window or reading, re-reading, re-reading these 10 or so pages in a Kierkegaard book.

I've gotta stop bouncing around so much. My intention is to stay longer in places. Two nights in a city does not give me sufficient time to get out of "tourist mode", even with me staying clear of many touristy conveniences such as eating at restaurants and spending dough on other entertainment.

Three goals in San Diego:

1. Play a few open mics
2. Surf a few couches
3. Find a spot, place, rock, beach, or stump that I like enough to come back to several times.

I'm gonna put the D. Lynch weather on hold for a while as I am not really in LA, though it was fun. I encourage, no, I advise you to watch a Lynch film instead. Maybe "Elephant Man" is a safe start.