it’s nice to be loved

One of my friends the other night said that I didn’t really live in Oakland. Giving that some thought, I replied that I lived in an Oakland of the mind. True, true-I tend to avoid looking at the negative things (or at least dwelling on them) and I purposely drive my car on certain routes that will avoid the Ghettolicious aspects of this town. I sometimes think I live in a slightly skewed third world country that is populated by zombies. Sometimes it feels like Bohemian heaven. And sometimes it just seems like a place where nothing ever really happens (wait-that was a refrain from a Talking Heads song about Heaven).

Source: oaktown now · 06-28-08 · No Comments »

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