On the Streets of Santa Cruz

Today I was hanging out on West Cliff, playing my guitar.

Some guy came up to me and asked if I could get him weed. His logic was "since you're playing the guitar at the beach..."
I wish people would stop making assumptions...

Then later, another guy came up to me and asked, in a very prophetic way,
"Are you living your life?"
I thought about that for a second...

Then he asked if I made bread in my vagina.

And that's when I went home.