California is a myth. People write songs about it the way people used to write songs about John Henry. It’s hard to believe it exists. I apologize for it when I say I’m from here. I find it strange and embarrassing to say aloud, like how teenage boys are embarrassed by the word “breast” and have to find a crude nickname for it.
But I am from here. What the hell does that mean, to be from here? You’re not supposed to be from here. You’re supposed to move here with a dream and a sad back story and tell your folks back home about all those nice little cultured things you aren’t usually doing. What does it mean to be born in a pretend place?