I'd been to California once and really liked it. Los Angeles was sunny and I couldn't stop staring at the palm trees. San Francisco was really cold at night and the eucalyptus trees smelled great. Yes, he said he was from a town right near San Francisco and would be back there someday. He didn't like the east coast.
People are too uptight, unfriendly, and conservative.
There's my friend. Off I skated to my friend who was jammed up against the wall, clutching the railing, ankles splayed out sideways, blades slipping under their skewed weight. He looked miserable and looked accusingly at me for deserting the group. Putting our boots back on, the four of us were quiet. Evidently they hadn't had a very good time and all were astonished and silent over my deserting them.