I went out last night and for the very first time something in Brazil actually reminded me of my time in California. I had 2 beers, which were enough to make me forget about half of my entire night. I’m having flashbacks now, almost a day later. Now I know I walked around the mall with one of my shoes in hand, asked the guard to ride on his scooter and almost got into a fight with another guard because I wanted to play with the supermakert carts and he was being such an ass about it. Yeah, doing things I don’t quite remember about reminds me of California. And it makes me feel like writing a book. I’ve got a name already: “The nights I don’t QUITE remember about’. Bet it would be a bestseller.