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August 8, 2012
The Alameda skyline glows in backlit gloom as the sun rises behind the city. The morning has been bountiful. I discovered a bag of tortillas next to the door behind the building, probably left by night security guard. The corn was chewy, substantial, warming. Iím counting on a squirrel for my next meal. This oneís a plump bastard -- a little slower than the rest. Iím crouched down quiet and close enough to his burrow that the next time he ventures out Iíll snag him. In the distance I hear Rocky shifting the sage around his camp.