The last time I was in California, I learned a lot about myself. I'm not even thirty years-old, but something about living my own, personal Californication depressed me. You see, amidst that limitless ocean and vast, blue sky, I felt my world getting smaller --some tumultuous force was crushing down on my dreams. Maybe it was the fact that every fucker in Malibu had more than they even wanted. Maybe it was because I couldn't keep up with the race roaring down the Pacific Coast Highway behind me as I stared off into the blue.
Now, as I sit on the opposite side of world in crummy North Philadelphia, all I want is to get me and my girlfriend back to a truer happiness. A happiness that takes on beating waves headfirst, feels the pull of the rolling waves, and holds on strong... in love. Call me sappy, but this is just Johnny on a lonely night.
I miss my babycakes everyday, and I just want to get her back to the ocean. Hopefully we'll be watching the sun rise on our day next month in Wildwood. Malibu can keep its Ferraris and its Fro Yo. I just want to snuggle with my Ginger and stare out over the beach.
I love you Kaitlyn!
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