Anna & Byle

Petaluma reminds us of the movie Joe Dirt.
It’s our Silvertown.
We love that the every morning smells like manure and money.

We both work a lot.
We play a lot in between.
We stay up way too late, and take really long naps during
the hottest and most boring hours of the day.
We fish more than most people do in a lifetime, drink cheep beer,
and kiss my little brothers dog when we have 15 minutes to kill.

We met in line at a coffee cart four years ago, and have been together ever since.
It was absolute love at first sight.  Byle got my number, called me up one night,
and invited me on a date to the car races.
He was a train hopper before i met him.
I paint a lot, and he builds all kinds of shit.
We mix our lives together well.
We were both jaded before we met each other,
both ready for something and nothing at the same time.
My family adores him, and we adore each other.

Petaluma used to be amazing.  It was wide open and beautiful.
Nobody cared what your yard looked like, and you would never get the cops
called on you for sleeping in your car for an hour or a year.
Trains ran through town, and there was never traffic.
The river wasn’t lined with lofts.  At least that smelly thing can never be
replaced with a historical plaque next to a no loitering/skateboarding
sign stuck to a boutique.

We still love it here, and nothing ever stays the same,
but Petaluma needs a rehabilitation break.