Yeah it’s called Santa Cruz, CA. They will politely remind you by calling you a kook from the passenger window of their 1998 Subaru with like a gazillion bumper stickers as you walk down West Cliff, leaving behind the aroma of weed mixed with a hint of sage and the sadness of never being able to afford a house.
Yeah it’s called Santa Cruz, CA. They will politely remind you by calling you a kook from the passenger window of their 1998 Subaru with like a gazillion bumper stickers as you walk down West Cliff, leaving behind the aroma of weed mixed with a hint of sage and the sadness of never being able to afford a house.