The Sun sets in the west...

Yeah so the Movement has been dispersed across this great land of ours for the past week.  With the 5-Mile Island Problem Webb holding down the northeast in VT and the other 3/4 of the faction soaking up some left coast action.  Googie (the artist formerly known as Nyce), and C Write Krillz were up in the San Jose area, while I the Double A with Life in the Middle...ALPHA!...just roamed around the Golden State for the past week.  If y'all have never been out to the west it must be done, just to get a change of scenery and refresh your view of life by escaping the concrete jungle, for all of you in the NYC metropolitan area or any other urban center.  Flew in to LAX to the city of lights on Monday and ran into Donald Faison from Scrubs and Clueless, that dude is hilarious right haha.  After LA had to get out of the city cuz shit I wanted that environment I wouldn't have gotten the hell outta dodge and left NY.  Took a beautiful scenic 7 hour drive up to the Land of Oak (Oakland) where Krillz, Googie, and I celebrated our dude Jeremy's 21st with our boy Elliot and some of Land of Oak individuals.. Almost got some Cougars Jenny and Ginger RAWRRR!!  But it was a sick night of swishas and E-40 (never thought I'd say that haha).  Also had the most behemoth burrito of my being and it was banggggin, big ups to the Mexicans killing out in the West (California technically is Mexico just so you know, Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, in which we stole California, Utah, Nevada, as well as parts of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona,  and Wyoming, but I drift).  Decided to stay in Berkeley the next day due to a crazy chain of events, mainly resulting from the mad laid back, non-judgmental atmosphere of the city.  Met some chill folks out there specifically my concierge who tried as hard as possible to find me herb, a beautiful bartenderess from Jersey, a cool ass Sikh cab driver named Gary, and some fine ladies in a salsa club.  Go to Berkeley you'll love it I promise you.  The next day I went to Sequoia National Park to go see General Sherman, the oldest living organism on this fucking planet.  Pardon my french but it was ineffable.  Being a foot away from a piece of life that has been around for roughly 2300-2700 years rejuvenated the soul.  You know Alpha had to meet THE Alpha, funny thing is its about an hour long drive up Generals Highway, which in my opinion was the most beautiful drive in the US, and I videotaped the whole ride, and as I reached General Sherman and tried to take a picture my wouldn't let me.  Sort of eerie isn't it.  But somethings aren't supposed to be controlled or put into a fallacious permanent state such as a photo.  I'm glad my camera didn't work, because nothing is stronger than the human memory, and the image and feeling of the tree is forever burned into my soul.  After that went and had the first filet mignon of my life.  I've always been a t-bone or porterhouse type dude and didn't understand all the hype behind a filet mignon.  Boy was I wrong, that shit was sooooo krillz, the meat just melted in my mouth (FUCK SAYING NO HOMO for all you homophobic queers out there).  The Sierra Nevada with it made the meal perfect.  The entire trip one of my main goals was to play some beach volleyball, thats all I wanted to do.  Made the 4 hours and change drive from Sequoia to Santa Barbara in about 3 and a half hours, putting the pedal to the metal literally.  I was a little worried because all weather forecasts predicted rain, but I knew it wasn't going to.  Just one of the gut feelings you can just rely on.  Got there and played a couple of sick game with some folks in their golden years and it was everything that I could ask for.  After that took a nice like jog through Santa Barbara which was gorgeous and decided to hit up a seafood restaurant the individuals I played with recommended.  Got there and ended up sitting at a random table with 2 dudes in their 20's and these 2 random milfs, since the place was so packed we just stole a hodge podge table together.  A little while later a friend of the 2 dudes came through who happened to be from Boston, so there was that east coast connection (about half the people I met during the week were east coast natives and have been living out in California for several years).  The fellas then took me to this sick restaurant/bar right on the Pacific Ocean called the Boat House which was stunning.  Of course gave them all mixtapes and they were bumping it on the drive to the Boat House haha sick life.  After the Boat House the one dude from Boston, Adam, brought me to a friends house so I could get my last taste of some Cali herb and it was banging, more natural tasting than anything I see on the east coast.  After that I went to back to Enterprise Fish Co. the restaurant where I started my night off and had an ill convo with the bartendress who happened to be from Long Island.  Of course left her with a mixtape, I had to plant a few seeds while I was out there yadadamean.  Probably slept for 3 hours after that and woke up at 4 AM to drive back to the Enterprise car rental in Los Angeles by 6 AM.  As I pull up to the rental return window I see our neighbor from 2 years ago who always loved our music, and the crazy part was my mind had just ran across him minutes before that, coincidence I think not, just the power of thought and the mind in my opinion.  Got to LAX and decided to give up the seat on my flight for a voucher for another flight, so it couldn't have worked out better.  Got on the plane and engaged in the most stimulating conversation I've had in a long time with the lady next to me about life.  Everything that had been on my mind for the past couple of months was all brought up just through the course of natural dialogue.  Almost as if the woman had been stalking my thoughts for the past couple of months.  California was amazing and I loved it and I would definitely consider moving out there one day to just slow things down, but there's no better feeling than returning to your HOME.  All in all...Californicated.