If you had never been to either Oakland or Brooklyn the only difference really is the Palm trees. But if you had lived in Brooklyn for many years and moved to Oakland then the major differences would be Palm trees and the lack of one's amazing friends.
So A Pontius in Oakland is born. Pushed into the reeds to fend for himself and set forth to forage for grains and milk all alone. Well maybe its not quite that dramatic but this is a writing exercise to keep your interest so just a bump of embellishment is required.
This story is unfortunately a cliff hanger so hopefully it will maintain your interest and keep you coming back. Possibly towards the end, as I ride through the broken asphalt streets upon a donkey, the words and images herein will make cause for the masses to wave the fronds of palms whilst singing "Hosanna, Hosanna". An ass on a ass (Pontius not Jesus) is a fitting enough image without all the other pomp.
