“I’ve been here in Santa Barbara for about two years now.  It was tough at first, but now I got a honey (pointing at Rachel).  She’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time.  Things are way better now.

I can find home anywhere, really.  This journey has taken me all over the country and I’ve found home wherever I go.  I don’t do none of the bad drugs.  Just smoke weed.  But that’s not a bad drug, right?

One of my friends writes raps.  Let’s see if I can remember one of them:

‘Blind man, poor man, promise land, homeless man, digging’ through the garbage can, rich man will never understand.’

There’s more to it, but that’s all I remember.  About sums it up.”