October 22

The first day in Asheville. It's a large town, very pretty, up in the Blue Ridge Mountains. A lot of the architecture is Art Deco and it's refreshing to finally be somewhere with actual high streets. It's also famous for being something like a West Coast city in the East.

Asheville's small streets are clogged with hairy drop-outs, hippies and people who look like Faith No More groupies circa 1993. There's people busking on every corner and part of me thinks that if I lived here before long I'd be wearing a crew cut and shouting "GET A JOB" a lot.