There were expulsion of joy during the first few days in California. No familiar faces around to captivate my attention.
Though graduation of a friend was the moment of awe. It inspired me when a fellow course mate gave a speech on how those Ivy League knobs were belittling those of State, and somehow ended up with no offers for their service.
Money does get you somewhere, but it never takes you any further.
Christmas was a bitter sweet time as Jenny the Dog was on the brink of losing its' life.
However, with families and terrific golden ladies around, eyes clouded by raining skies did not seem to take the smile of everyone's faces. Only occasionally, when Jenny started to mope around.
We then drove to Death Valley, home to no living creatures, or as we were told there is none. We passed through the garlic farm. It did not bothered me as much as it did to the others. The stench was overpowered by the stunning wave line along the way. Hence, the grueling nine hours to the Valley. Fantastic backdrop to a place where few friendly and well mannered community live. The night sky was drenched in white sparkling spots. Leaving you with imagination to run wild. I could not imagine the serenity of the mind by living there.
Golden Canyon, Natural Bridge, Badwater and few hiking spots that we managed to reach. We could have wipe the whole area if Vegas was not calling.
I must say, it does look better on the telly, considering how awful the Downtown was. Perhaps we were there at the wrong time, nonetheless, it could never pull me back again. We stayed in The Venetian where monies were spent on Blackjack machine. No luck in attending a big shopping spree. We did warm ourselves up in few shows, one being in Harrah's (or another place) where there was two kid on piano covering old songs with the patrons giving them money to do shit myself and a friend could not grasp. It was entertaining though, and by kid I mean kids in their 20s.
It is a shame I could not stay any longer. I do not wish to live in America, since they do not have any Tesco or M&S. I live by Tesco and no country shall cast a spell on me. Ten years from now, I might live in America and have my friends cover me with shame for my words. Might, there is the possibility since life is that cruel to our words. Or the other way around.
I still love New York better than California, with exception on the Camden-esque street of Haight Ashbury. It triumphs over Camden due to the original excitement and people. Dreadlocks mothers with adorable child and fitties with deck in hand. I was in heaven for a brief period, until the pot came out knocking.
I shall save up some money so I could stay with the aunt every holiday break so I could troll around with Toby and sour Eby.
Till then, many books for me to pretend reading.
We were fated to pretend.
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