If there’s one person I owe my movement to the west more than anyone else, it’s probably my buddy Dave. Dave moved to SF about 6 months before me and helped me get my job and let me crash on his couch for the first couple weeks. Almost everyone in SF has someone who helped them make the transition. I know my couches were frequent spare beds and I hope the tradition continues with all the people who took advantage of someone’s couch in the past. Here’s to you, Dave.

Almost East coast pizza