On The Road

Yeah, that's the title of a tedious book by some guy who used to get drunk at the Vesuvio. I went up north with Sampo, along the coast, just to get out of the city and catch some views, and while didn't feel like writing a novel about it, did take some pics. We were looking for this national state park, the Armstrong Redwood whatever? Fucking couldn't be found! Fine.

Trees! All these fucking trees!

(So that's where the national park should have been, according to Google Maps. Pfft. Photo by Sampo.)

California. Can't take it.

So I'm going to drown myself.

People chilling at the beach, not minding the dead guy.

Nor-Cal Domination.