I found a nice little pad with a car elevator when I first moved over. Suited my needs well.
Moving to La Jolla seemed like a smart idea when my life threatened to turn into an episode of Poldark, but now I’m not so sure. Living the life of an international playboy was fun but all good things must come to an end.
I hear there’s some madcap plan forming to tow a rocket from Huntingdon Beach to Edwards AFB, in order to get to Mars. Sounds like someone’s been out in the midday sun too long if you ask me, but on the other hand, I’ve not come up with any better ideas myself.
Since I’m going to drown (best case scenario) if I stay here, I guess I may as well check it out. Chances are I’ll die on the way, but nothing ventured…
It’s 100 miles to Huntingdon Beach, I’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark… and I’m wearing sunglasses.
3. San Diego