So here's the deal. Southern California is now just Thern California.
The reason: Rusty, also known by many as Ralschtolium, has
beatnik'd and reggae'd his way to the little mountain town of Boulder,
Colorado, while taking the "Sou" with him. The day he left, he shoved
a fish taco in his tennis shorts and took a dump on Santa Monica
Boulevard, waving his farewell to a town of plastic money and
pavement. As much as I miss the damn fellow, I also appreciate and
respect the fire in his hair and heart that has shaken him to follow a
path carved by his creator and his desire for a good pint and
flyfishing. As the days pass and the dessert heat drips from my loins,
I raise a tall, warm glass of horchata to the man who kept Bruno's
Pizza in business and set sail for a town that held more the breath
and melody of his soul.
Even overtop the western mountains, I can still hear a faint hum of
the reggae singing his name...
Seth
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