This guy sounded like he was quoting a positive reinforcement textbook or something. He said something about me, it might have been nice, and gave me a fist bump. It was interesting.
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A Night of Painting
The Story Continues...
This used to be the story of my one-way-ticket adventure to California. But it seems that life is the real adventure, and so this blog will live on. Welcome.
Liam
A Night of Painting
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- Sausalito
- Bay Cruise under the bridge and around Alcatraz Is...
- Lunch over a Marina
- Another Street Performer
- Another Statue, by the water monument
- water art
- strawberries from the farmers market
- Hyde St. Bistro
- Pedal Power
- San Franciscan Fog
- statue at the farmer's market
- trolleys
- map of where I walked
- Yacht Clubs
- beautiful park
- jamba juice - ahhh i missed it
- statue overlooking the bay
- the first sand I have seen
- if i had room in my backpack i'd buy it - Drink Do...
- i think he's asian
- Sea Lions at Pier 39 - San Francisco
- Sunrise in San Francisco
- view from jeff's
- bus from airport to yahoo
- Sitting at the Airport
- The Tickets
- Dan's House
- securing my thoughts and life between two flaps of...
- compadres - fake mexican
- sad day - sorting stuff 'n throwing out
- john get's moved in at gcc
- day one - flight to pit
- An Explanation Is In Order
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