I dreamt I finally did it. I moved to San Francisco like I’ve been wanting to for the last 3 years. Drove cross country with just a thousand dollars and my guitar.
I slept in my car by the water When I woke up I wrote my name with a finger on the windshield and circled it twice. I opened the door and stepped outside and the air felt so good against my neck.
I could see Alcatraz across the water and I could see people jumping off the walls of Alcatraz and swimming to shore and drowning. Nobody was making it.
I laid down on the dock and made snow angels, even though it wasn’t snowing.
Everything felt perfect.