I made it to Santa Cruz, and I've started to spread out my presence through the Crystal Palace.

I scalded the roof of my mouth with Pizza My Heart last night, and chopped off my hair this afternoon. I've had bad luck finding inexpensive shoes, though. I'm trying to write an album and I'm seeing success already which is a pleasant change from the past. I've got to go back to Fresno next week for more things and to deal with tax issues, but this place feels home-y already.

-Max