I'm breathing in the forest

Of triggered acorns

Pine needles and redwood branches 

Green clover is where I take a piss

Next to the thin highway

Leading to the river

Leading to the beach

The beach is covered in driftwood branches

And driftwood trees

Sand is everywhere 

We can camp in marked spots against a cliff

You can look up and see expensive 

Fancy houses above 

The campsites are right next to each other

So you can say hello to your new neighbors

And be bothered by them at 3:30 am

Clanking around aimlessly

In the middle of the night

A nice young man sweeping around the outhouse

Has knowledge of the area

"There used to be a mill here and a town

They'd load trees onto the railroad

The railroad was where the road you drive in on was

But that's all gone"

He continues sweeping

You build a fire with your friends

And laugh and argue about doctors 

Not getting paid enough

You play guitars and then you play 

Poker for almonds 

But you win too much 

And Wali gets pissed