Strategy Entry Week 1

He was born on the shores of the Bay, under the Golden Gate
Bridge and California sunsets after twenty-three years of breathing in
Thank-You Ma'ams and Nana's sweet tea. Yes, he screams in the face of the filth
drenched bums on the corner of Haight and Valencia, because he can, says he’ll die happy
if he never sees another god damned Waffle House again.
His new body falls into Mexican restaurants in the Mission
and he, like the newborn he is, cries because the air tastes
different. He wanted to run away but he ended up here. All he wanted
to see was anything but red clay and exit 24. He died on that plane,
he says. He died after the complimentary Coke crossing over the Rockies,
sunk his hands into the thirty degree salt water when he got
there, just for the hell of it, just to say he did.

This is using pages 40-42ish.