Here’s that cute cat again. I think it’s Bo that took the floor in this shot to play with it in the morning. That morning So Adult and Deep Pockets were to be playing in Goleta, California, which is in the Santa Barbara area.

After some breakfast tacos at that local “franchise” spot we drove the scenic route along the water to Santa Barbara. I think I had a middle seat so no pictures of the water from the window. Water’s water though, so fuck it. I got some later.

I actually found a camera store that had 120 film and I was able to replenish my stores and reserves.

Our first stop, after peeing at Starbucks of course, was some over priced record store.

I spotted a really tight Suicidal shirt at that place but wasn’t able to pay the asking price. I’d rather just make another one (where the fuck did that last one go!?)

Here’s Joe in front of his cafe. What a torn up young man.

After the record store we hung out on the strip next to some fake crust punk beggar types. They smelled like shit but had iphones and new sneakers. Fuck that type of person. If you pay a phone bill then you can fucking shower.

I think maybe Bo found some good shit in that place?

Conor got something that seemed to look like an oversized floppy disk. And I meant floppy disk, not the plastic ones that people continued to call floppy.

Here’s some palm trees. Reminds me of the Beach Bummed single.

The So Adult guys are like dieting teens and are obsessed with 16 Handles. I saw them make at least 4 stops before I finally caved on the fifth.

Now they got me going to the local one with all the weird fake Miami Astorians.

After we had our fill of the strip area we headed over to the beach. Check out this weird fucking seagull-pigeon. I don’t think that’s a technical term but seriously… that’s what that is. Am I right? Maybe you have to see the high res…

I took a little walk over to the cliffs while the other dudes were either napping or swimming. Check out this weird death trap thing. I’m sure it’s fine actually.

I was watching this dude fish off the edge and not get a single tug. Sucks. Teach a man to fish and he’s still hungry sometimes.

Oh and look at this, behind us… fuckin mountains again!

This lady was walking her kid pretty close to the edge and I was getting a little nervous because I wonder how parents can be so dumb. Not fully captured here though.

This shit reminded me of Montauk kind of. And the Capital song.

That’s me.

This is the river or stream or bay or something. Pretty awesome nature jazz.

Back to base camp to catch up with the other weiners.

Jwow’s a big fan of no shoein it. Not shown in this particular frame was a team of competitive cheerleaders doing all sorts of fancy lift and throw moves. Reminds me of the high school wrestler Mike Brendli.Wonder if he’s still a champ.

Here’s one of Justin’s of Matt putting hisself into the Pacific for the first time. Good moment for sure.

After the beach we made our way to the show space, which was really awesome. Check out this weird brain thing. Art.

I think Joe’s humping it in this one? I dunno, Justin’s pics again. We got some over priced college food a few blocks away before the show which was pretty banging even though the price sucked shit. When we got back we met back with with Funds and met his German wife, who was awesome. I chatted quite a bit with the dudes from Become, who were really awesome. Reminded me a bit of a west coast Everything Sucks maybe. They definitely had a Citizen’s Arrest meets Rites of Spring vibe. I spoke to one of the guys for a while because he used to live in NYC and had a few stories about it. Really nice guy.

Here’s some more vids of these guys playing their shitty songs, or other people’s songs that they made shitty.

Nah sike. Joe riffs a bit in this one about downloadable t-shirts which was funny. Someone bootleg recorded the show apparently. I can’t find a link for it but it definitely exists.

After the show we went to some grocery market chain they got out there and I copped some Nutella and pretzels. Perfect combo. We stayed at the Become house. I was searchin for space and found some under a table. It seemed like a nice quiet and out of the way nook so I took it. Everyone else assumed it was because I was earthquake nervous. It wasn’t, but they can think that if they want.

This guy has a new BR tattoo right above that PMA now. We left Santa Barbara to head to some of our last stops at this point. More shit to come though.

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