A Crack Head

Today was senior ditch day for the class of ’08 and we went to Seacliff Beach, a little past Ventura. When we got there there was this really cool hut made from drift wood that we basically stayed by the whole time. I was sitting under it and the corner of this was sticking out.

Beware The Flip

I left my bike locked to a parking meter overnight, and this note was stuck to it when I came down in the morning. Perhaps left by Concerned Citizens Against Quick-Release Wheels? I bet it’s whoever drives the Herbalife van I parked next to.