And then there was an earthquake…inside of a wormhole.
6/1 - I can’t remember what they call this bridge? I think it’s called “The Red Bridge”. It’s really neat! I’ve seen it a few times but never actually drove over it.
I once killed a seal with my bare hands next to the wave organ while god and this bridge watched. They did nothing to stop it. That’s worse than if they’d done it themselves. Don’t you think?
Well it’s been real and it’s been fun, LA. We survived The Rapture together and I was pretty sure that no one who lived there for more than a year would be vacuumed up to heaven so we wouldn’t notice anyway but alas I think someone must have prayed hard enough and now we’re safe for another year and a half until the next doomsayer says we doomed. Reason to celebrate indeed. And we did, ouch. I know we’re all kinda bummed it didn’t happen.
Might actually have to respect the world and humanity now, looks like we might be here a while. (But you idiots feel free to keep waiting, eventually you’ll achieve it anyway.)
I’m trying to wrap up some personal affairs here (anyone need a coffee table?) and then I’ll be off to explore the wilds of Northern California! After that I may take a jaunt up the coast to Eugene, Oregon and up to a magical place that I’ve never been to but have visited many times …Astoria.
If you know why I’d like to go there then we can be friends.
After that it seems logical to make my way up to Olympia and Seattle with a possible stop in Aberdeen. I promise not to be all touristy. I’ll just seem like a regular traveler heading through.
And fear not City of Angels, you are an even stronger magnet to escape from than Nebraska. I shall theoretically return to actually be productive soon. I’ve said from the beginning that if I don’t feel that I have a purpose there, then I’m not going to stay.
I feel that LA is the siren of this Odyssey. Time to tie myself to the mast and power on to the next chapter.
— Until then happy painting and god bless. - live from West Hollywood, North of the Sunset Strip.