Lovely Sacramento, CA.
Actually, CITRUS HEIGHTS, where it is neither A)High (in elevation...I am surrounded by stoners and cranklabs...then again, who in CA isn't?), nor B)Overly plagued with fruit-bearing trees.
From my house (house? HAH! Apartment...) to Kronos' (and my) former Corporate Plaza it is 17.9 miles. At 4:00 in the morning (1/2 hour before my shift started), it took me 12 minutes to get there. Sometimes, I almost miss that drive...
From my window one can see a shrubbery, direly in need of trimming, if indeed the blinds were open, which they almost never are. I'm working on my "Goth of Summer" anti-tan.
From my sliding glass door one can see my balcony, or, rather, balconIES, as the roots of the Formosa tree that was cut down last year (the only good thing ABOUT my apartment) have decided to stay near me but a while longer, and have shattered the concrete and are threatening the wood of the balcony itself. This is humor.
From my place to Mile High Comics in Anaheim (let's not lie, folks, it's really in Orange...I mean, what the hell, one side of the block is Orange, the other, Anaheim? Please...put a vacant lot in there or something...) is (if departure is 3:45am) a five and a quarter hour drive, provided the vehicle is capable of both the necessary speeds and the necessary cohesion to make the trip. Also, there are seven turns. Four right, three left, and that includes gasoline stops.
There ya have it.
