Having Withdrawals

Muscle aches, nausea, vomiting, tremors, insomnia... all tell tale signs of heavy Redlands withdrawal. Each night for the past week I have woken up in a cold sweat, somewhat out of breathe, and not completely sure why I am sleeping in my own room and not the spare bedroom at Austin's. My alarm then proceeds to scream incessantly at me while I struggle to free myself from the boa constrictor-esque grip of my blankets. In the end all of this unfortunately turns out to be quite real, and before I know it I am churning out lattes and warming up scones.

Quitting Redlands cold turkey is notoriously hard to do, which is why I am lucky enough to have a few poorly filmed clips of skateboarding and mayhem to ease the process. After reminiscing on the good times spent down South a week ago, I edited the footage to an obscure Tom Waits song and slapped it onto the Clog. Enjoy this little cinematographic chestnut while I cry myself to sleep.

Coming down Hard

After vacationing in Redlands it is damn near impossible to grasp reality and cope with the drudgery of everyday life. The sobering effects of work and responsibility strike within hours of entering San Jose. This is alright however, because they make one appreciate the vacation moments even more. I have bookended my summer with Redlands trips and therefore have decided to unearth some photos of the first journey. I would include some from this most recent trip, but due to lack of camera, I have none. Don't be too jealous.

Get in and let's roll.

We looked at the water but left shortly after.

Steven is a gracious host. He made us tea and with a view.

This chick decided to take her landscaping into her own hands.

Hanger 24 may have stole my heart, due in part to the fact that its a brewery.

We spend a night with this guy.

Daryl is a fan of sleep, be it the car or a bed.

And her we have the drudgery of work and responsibility.