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August 2, 2012
It had been two weeks since the earthquake and this was the third house he had been under, dragging hydraulic jacks through dust and rodent shit searching for a reliable-looking floor joist under which to begin the process of lifting the house onto its foundation. He couldn’t complain about the extra work -- everything from tilting houses to toppled chimneys -- but the town’s ongoing isolation was wreaking havoc on the supply chain. There was still plenty of building materials, but cocaine was quickly becoming scarce and Santa Cruz wasn’t going to be rebuilt on human power alone.