In my mind, if I remove the “extreme poverty” and “my car was stolen twice in one month” segments from Oakland and all the memories attached or related to them, then I had a really really good time over there. I’ve been looking through all three years of my Oakland pictures and man, I knew so many people and did so many things. I think that’s why I was exhausted by the end of it. I could never climb on top of the thing. I was always falling down that Chuck E. Cheese slide and trying to walk back up with just my socks on. I have many fond and strange memories anyhow.