Day 0 : I Don’t Know Who I Am…

9/7/19

As I walk to the grocery store this morning to buy supplies for the first week of the ride all is calm and quiet on the San Diego Boardwalk.

I pass two young beauties dressed in skimpy bathing suites…everybody has a perfect body here… I hear one say to the other “ I don’t know who I am…”

A few steps later I turn to my right to see HER nailed to the wall and wonder if SHE knows who she is…

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                                    “ ,,A piece of driftwood”… she whispers to me…

                                                Never be surprised by California…

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