“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.”
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