My Favorite Protest in Santa Cruz

My Favorite protest, well not really a protest. but definately my favorite conglameration of people holding signs I've seen on Pacific. These girls and guys holding big signs for "Free Hugs." Then seeing pretty much everyone, even the business man stop and take a hug.

I feel big tonight. I think I threw my rotator cuff out again at Kickboe, not majorly, but just enough for my arm to feel out of place. We did a lot of jumping in Kickboe tonight, I felt like I was flying. I felt that way all day. I took a nap at lunch, then a shower, after a rough night of sleep with being up at 2 am consoling my roomate. So the nap, and then the shower, and then I was primo. Good to go, and on for work. I think big stuff is coming.
Like I was crossing the street heading to work and I thought to God, I realized, "I am free to adore you! I am free to really adore you!"

The Epicenter

Berkeley is the epicenter of our woes, Carmen and I have declared. I lost a boy who was never mine to begin with, an EMT from Berkeley, moving to Mauii with the girl he fell in love with. Carmen's berkeley man is reluctant, is not in her boat it seems. Then her little claim to fame boy is marrying the girl he hooked up after right after vanishing from her room. Oh, woe to the little genius boys brewing in Berkely just for our undermining.
Carmen and I like talking to each other, we've decided.