Californication

Spent the day perusing Santa Monica and Venice Beach.  Saw a guy walking his iguana and a woman ambling about with a big ass snake around her neck.  Saw a man walking on glass with bare feet and guys doing skating tricks.  Saw the biggest widest whitest beach and it gave me expansiveness in my chest.  Yup yup yup.  Just another beautiful day in sunny California. 

My little vacation in the warm and comfy confines of Hotel Andre is quickly coming to a close.  On Monday night I'm going to be dropped off in Santa Monica where I will spend a couple of days with  my friend Roxanne's mom, Francis.  I guess I'll be there till around the weekend, at which point I'll have to tell her to drop me off somewhere to take some kind of transport somewhere else but I don't know what or where that place is yet. 

So this is what it comes down to.  Trust.  Before I came on this trip I knew that it would and now it has.  Gotta believe that regardless of everything I can look after myself and that the world will support me cause that's just what it does. 

There are options.  There are always options:

1. I could take the train to New Mexico and hang out there for awhile.  There's a chance that I could housesit for a woman there for a 4 or 5 days.
2. I could go to Austin Texas.  Sounds like a cool town and happens to be exactly halfway back to the east coast which makes it kinda convenient.
3. I could go to Chicago.  Like the musical.  Long way off and cold as hell, (try minus 18 degrees) but I actually know 4 great people there which is more than I can say for any other place in the US.
4. I could go and stay with a lovely lady in Hartford conneticut for a couple of weeks who has offered me a room for free in her house.
5. I could couchsurf my way across the US for the next two months.  Buy an Amtrak train pass and stay with all kinds of loons mahala and get back to the other side of the country all in one go.
6. I could shave my head, change my name to Katya and learn to juggle chairs.
7. I could get breast implants and become a porn star.  I hear that even in this ailing economy them folk make good cash.  I can feel those crinkly green notes between my breastes already!

So many choices. 

What would you do?