i ran away.

woke up saturday. threw a t-shirt in a bag and drove away.

i am in santa cruz. don't want to come back really. it is quiet here. my friend berit and her husband and baby rose live in a little back house and we drink tea. they are sweet and genuine and i am loved. yesterday we looked at boats in moss landing. it is 6 am right now and the birds are singing and i want to send my keys back to LA and have my apartment contents sent to goodwill.

i probably won't do this of course, but to know it is always an option..