I’ve always meant to shoot a photo of this weird little cul de sac outside my doctor’s office. It looks to me like Tuscany or some shit. Sometimes when I arrive early, I have been stealing moments of soul-soothing peace sitting there in the Tuscan-Oaktown breeze reading stories about Conan chopping peoples’ heads off and Steve Costigan smashing their faces in.
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