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i'm walking in a fresh white v-neck t-shirt on the hills of san francisco in 70 degree weather. beautiful women - hipsters in bright colors and boots, smiling ear to ear are brushing my shoulder on the sidewalks. i smile back. a music store - a haven of the people who understand this art even better than i do, with piles of vinyl and cd's spend waking minutes breathing it in. i inhale and exhale and spend over two hours there. and so i think.

new york city is in the mid 20's today. i think of it and think i've picked a great time to be on the west coast. then i think about going back home and it doesn't sit well.

new york city sleeps on me. i have to move to san francisco to save my life.