Sea Lions are Gay

"once you're not a deer you're a bear, unless you're a raccoon or an opossum in a costume pretending to be a raccoon; and despite your bearly veneer it's a deer under there."

That is a song Loren, Julian and I wrote in Caitlin's apartment in Santa Cruz, California! That's right, Julian's here now. We're making stew and preparing to drink beers down by the Specific Ocean. We ate at two Mexican restaurants today, decided we were spending too much money and then table dived and dumpstered. Julian prefers to steal. I'd rather not get arrested. Dumpstering at the Trader Joe's in Santa Cruz is more exciting than in Hadley. There's a big fence and employees to avoid.