We have arrived in beautiful Santa Cruz, CA, a land so lax and multitudinous that even a butt-ugly monkey man like myself can walk the streets without fear of pitchfork-wielding mobs. Within six hours, we were bamboozled by a street vendor, and I spent my life savings of $37.12 on two cheese tacos. The worst part is that they were just plain, unmelted mozzarella, carefully carved into the exact form of the taco, and served on a broad banana leaf.
Taco trouble aside, we are looking into some apartments, but in the meantime we have found a dog's butt, and are living inside. The wifi is great.
Up necht: JOB HUNTIN' Y'ALL
