Garrett (garote) wrote,

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Back in Carlsbad. Drove 480 miles. Listened to book on tape, good one, by Jeffrey Archer. Missed everyone in Sacramento. Bummed. That acid feeling is back in my stomach again. As I drove down the grapevine I noticed the stench of the air, and felt my eyes water. By the time I was through Irvine, my entire face was stinging with the pollution. Pull your tongue to the back of your throat and seal the air so it only slides through your nose. You'll smell it too -- the undercurrent of burning ash.

I'm beginning to see southern California as a prison.
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