Master & Friend

There were five minutes between first nodding off and the knock on the window. Startled, he looked up to see a security guard holding a piece of paper in one hand and a stern finger in the other. The stern finger suggested the guard wanted to discuss something.

"You can't park that vehicle here with that for sale sign on it ya know"...
"No, no i didn't", he said still half asleep.
"Well, i've written out this ticket of warning, you'd best be on your way"
"Right, sorry i didn't realise, i was just leaving now".
"oh alright, well i'll tear up the ticket, now you know though."
"Righteo, thanks", he said relieved.
"guess i won't be getting much time to sleep in this mall", he thought to himself.

Driving on and out of the park the man considered perhaps he'd been let off. The Mexican's hadn't called about buying the car and he figured it best to gun it toward San Diego in order to sell his bounty. At least that way he would be at his destination and not stuck 300 miles out.

A call came through. Jason, says there's a place with 20,000 people and a good place to hang and sleep. An interesting concept to the man, he thought it would be a huge summer festival. He was close to getting it right but nowhere near 'getting it right' at the same time.
Isla Vista is not a festival, per se, more of a party town for rich college kids. They look for freedom in escapism and in eachother. The outcome is late nights, loud house music and backyards filled with empty beer cans and wounded egos. Not wounded for long though.

The man wanders what has led him to this place. He knows there's been a spirit guiding his every move, he's wafted along and found community in the strangest of places. He's gathered peace in the most restless and violent of streets. Two prophets gave him words, a hybrid seed, a pasture being cultivated and prepared. He'd heard this kind of thing before, yet the shivers it gave told him he should pay careful attention.
He Listens.

Down in San Diego, a three legged hound barks short breathless noises. Calls for the man, wills him to venture on. He's learning about obedience so he collects his things, packs the van and points south once again. A servant to his Master and Friend.