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Ain’t all roses tho. Saw a dude get rolled last week—wallet gone, dignity too. Made me mad, thinkin’ how this game chews folks up. But her? She’s chill, cracks a joke ‘bout “square-ass johns.” I’m dyin’ laughin’, picturin’ Doc dodgin’ hippies and here I am, dodgin’ trouble. “What’s the play, man?” I ask, echoin’ that stoner vibe. She winks, “Follow me, wise guy.”

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

I love strollin’ by Soquel Creek; its flow makes my mind wander. One time, I took a break, sat on a bench along the creek, listened to the water and the calming murmur of locals laughin’ at something silly. Crazy, right? So, so much life here. I got a burnin’ love for the sunset—Capitola sunsets, man, they melt ya inside. I’m usually pumpin’ energy into my massages, tryin’ to share that calm. Yet, sometimes I get mad at the hustle, the never-ending noise. Ugh, ya know! Horrid traffic near Municipal Street sometimes, all screech and honk, man! Total madness.

Rail stations proposed for Live Oak, Capitola, Aptos, Rio Del Mar