Well, friends, I'm back. Back up north in Sacramento, where the breeze is slight but sometimes still and the sun is hot and the streets are tree-lined and shady. The shops and cafes and freeways are simple and accessible. San Diego was beautiful. San Diego has the ocean, the surfers, the cool air, the hills and valleys and bomb mexican food. But I'm glad to be home, although that too will be changing soon.

In two weeks I'm moving out, it's looking like more changes are on the horizon. So I go back to work and see my friends and exist in Sacramento but it feels like my heart is elsewhere. German music is on the radio, I've just finished a spliff, and it seems that my heart is in Europe. My heart is in Berlin. I don't know how it makes me feel that when I look at Facebook and see photos and updates from friends back there. I suppose it's a bittersweetness; I'm happy for them but wish I could join in the fun, especially when my friend Christian posts his photos from the Kit Kat Club in Friedrichshain, Berlin. That, friends, was a place like no other.

For those of you who aren't familiar with the Kit Kat Club, I'll say it in two words: Hedonistic Debauchery. Wait. Three words. Hedonistic Sexual Debauchery. That's better.

Kit Kat is located in Friedrichshain, Berlin, on the corner of

I might have to throw up a warning for our younger views, but I think it's appropriate to share some of my Kit Kat Club photos with you.