strange circumstances have drawn me here, into the western lands. the air here is dry, harsh and the soil red, there's no water here, it's a desert city on the ocean, white sand beaches hot water, sharks everywhere, i'm surfing with my eyes open and one looking over my shoulder. it's not uncommon to be attacked here.

in the suburbs of freeo i feel very boho, smoking my substances, in the bookshops and cafes, chatting with the exotic girls, so lovely to see a really multicultural city at work here, all the skins mixed and matched but some places, out in the suburbs have that south la feel, sirens weave through the nights on a layer of rap music through boom boxes, drug deals, kids running wild, there's an edge on the outer limits. 

but the beaches rule, white sands, blue skies, no clouds just expanse. it's frontier town, deadwood by the sea, in the desert. 

in the city center i find an internet cafe, file a quick report, just saw 'john carter of mars' i liked it, i read those books when i was a kid, took me back.