Provolone

Here I am, back in the 801. It's weird being back, or at least being in one solid place after weeks of turbulent and frantic travel. I look forward, in part, to a sweet and quiet existence. I plan on living in the library and my apartment, like I was selling horchata and loose meat tacos from the back of a truck.

Call me if you want to hang outski. I'll be listen to a lot of Big Star and Best Coast.