I long for the days when the fires were only in California.
We were used to them.
Flames, smoke, charred sides of the highway.
Whatever.
It was California and we were okay — settled, even — with paying a higher price to live in the golden epicenter of freedom and an attitude that I like to call whythefucknot. Most of us were fleeing some place that made u…
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