"Jordann hearts Andrew forevr, maybe." Scrawled onto the side of my booth in an odd Chinese restaurant. The entire booth was covered, juxtaposing the fine art on the wall to my left. I puzzled over the menu for a while until the waitress came over. Not knowing what to order, I asked her what was good. #14 apparently, with a side of french fries. Good indeed. On my way out the door, intending to head back to the highway she asked if I was from around here. After I told her I wasn't she said "Well, I hope you don't have to stay long." Then provided me with an interesting photo location to check out before I left.

A few blocks and some left turns later I was standing in Graffiti covered alleyways with a couple thousand dollars of camera gear and a white unmarked van pulling up. Half-expecting the man wearing a t-shirt and shorts in 40 degree weather to mug me, I was pleasantly surprised when he just wanted to talk about earthquake damage from six years ago. "I was the first one to run out of Safeway!" he proudly exclaimed. It wouldn't surprise me if he trampled small children and the elderly to get that title.

Took my fairly cool alleyway shots and got the hell back on the highway.