Nineteen Ninety Five

Jazz on my little transistor radio in the window. Smoke rising from an old soup can ashtray. Wild Berry Zinger tea that my mom bought me. The cool ocean breeze. Freedom. Goodbye, Navy. Hello, CSULB. Rushing TKE. Surfing in the morning before school. Working at Moose McGillycuddy’s. Sitting on the front stoop with Dan. Breakfast at The Potholder. Drinking my first cafe latte. Cigar shops on every corner. Z-pizza. 2nd street. Playing Doom on my first PC. Sleeping on Andy’s couch for two months. Jogging on Seal Beach. Surfing the rivermouth until well after dark. Reading Bukowski. Watching the freaks line up at The Library after midnight. Family reunion in Strawberry. Getting drunk with my cousins. Begging Dave to move to SoCal. Monica sleeping on my kitchen floor with Critter. Falling asleep in the sun on the lawn in my apartment complex’ back yard. Making new friends. Making new memories. Life.

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  1. Damn, I miss the LBC! This brought back memories of when I used to live out there. 2nd Street rocks! I remember going to your apartment out there once before for some party, then after we all went to eat sushi in Fountain Valley. It was with the OLD Gamespy crew, Virgin Mary, Breadtooth, Bastard, etc. I think it was January 2000. So long ago!