So I hung around the house for a bit before I finally got fed up and hijacked my dad's BMW to take it to Sebastopol.
From there I went to Florence Avenue where artist Patrick Amiot has a ton of his artwork on display. It makes me feel like I'm in the movie Robots. I think it's pretty cool.
I might be mistaken, but I think it's the artist's home.
And so that's the end.
By the way, Florence Avenue is just off of Dutton Avenue, and I was listening to Razia's Shadow as I drove around. I'm a dork.
By the way, Florence Avenue is just off of Dutton Avenue, and I was listening to Razia's Shadow as I drove around. I'm a dork.

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WOOOO THOMAS DUTTON!
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