Flashback.
So I'm sitting here watching Dazed and Confused, schmokin', thinking about the past.
Story time!
So it's the end of my Junior year in high school and the summer has just begun. There's a lot going on at this time. A few good friends of mine graduating and soon I'd be a Senior. Holy fuck how the time has flown.
I'd say it was the end of June and grad parties have gone and some to be expected. The biggest party of the week would be Kurt Oliver's. Now, I had known this kid my whole life but had never really talked to him. On the other hand I know Ryan Menzel who was good friends with him. So anyways, Ryan says I should go to this party. Actually, now that I think of it there were a lof of people telling me to go to the party XD.
It was the end of the day when I packed my backpack for the night ahead of me. It was one of those nights where you know something is going to happen so it's best to have a bag with you. And I did. A bag and a few extra beers I had from a few nights before. I hop on my La Jolla Cruiser and start the ride to the party. I made my way down DJ's road, the sun setting, the fuzzies in the air made it seem like it was snowing. I had my mp3 player on I think, something summerlike, probably Sublime.
About a half hour biking I was at the party. I passed it once, not knowing where it was. Which leads me to a different story:
Kurt had a party a week or two before his graduation party and everyone was there. Kevin and I find out about and decided we're going to go! Hey, it's right around the corner pretty much why not? So we pack a backpack full of beers (which were bottles=heavy) and started our journey to this party that was bumpin'. It's dark when we set out. A waxing moon was all we had to go by. As we near what we thought was Kurt's house was not actually Kurt's house. It was described to us as being a dirt road that led into the woods. Well, we found a dirt road but no party to be soon. At every stop sign along the way we each had to refill on our beers. Whichs, at this time we were probably looking at 5. So here we are. Sitting on this dirt road with the moon beaming down on us with our beer. What the fuck. Where the fuck is the party? We sit and wonder and finally give up. Fuck it. We have beer. We sat and drank a while, I passed out for a minute and we decide to head back. What a shakey, unsteady drive that was. About a 100 yards from my house a car pulls up beside us. Fuck. The cops? We were almost home! Nope. Tommy K and Age. Adrianne laughing like always and Tom like wtf man? They ask if we wanted to go to the party and that they'd give us a ride there. We decline and go back to crash. If only I had gone to that party.. Anyways, Back to the real story.
So I arrive at the dirt road. The real dirt road. Which, seeing it in the daylight I could easily see how we missed it. It was right after a curve and just barely noticeable in the day. I get off my bike and push it into the brush along the path. A long line of cars parked as I walked down the path and up to the house. I hear the clank of horseshoes, kids laughing, and country music playing. Hmm.. where to go. I walk around the house to the backyard where the party was at. At the moment it was a family party but you could tell the family was starting to disappear as the night rolled around. I set my bag up against this tree in the yard and walked over to Ryan. At this point I can recall Ryan, Kurt, and a few other faces that I can't remember at the moment. But I do remember someone. Andrew Hoppe. I think this was the first time I had talked to Hoppe in a long time, like since middle school.
"Hey Scumby", were his first words.
We talked a bit, I gave him a beer and we sat down on these giant logs behind the garage area. At this time I remember Dereck Barteck pulling up in his van with a case of beer with him. After a while everyone there decides to go set up camp. Somehow me and Hoppe get a ride in the van with that dude who.. fuck.. I'm forgetting names already? Fuck my life. He dated Kristen Rudz.. anyways. I know what I'm talking about and I"m sure this is only for me to read in the future when I'm an old man and want to remember things. ANYWAYS. He gives me some smokes because all I had at the time were Markets. Fucking nasty ass dirt sticks. Thru the woods we went along an S shaped path into a clearing where people were setting up tents. I recall chilling with the president (Josh Dolph), Jeff, Andy Hoppe, Andy Dep, and Tom K in this clearing. Listening to Three 6 Mafia and smoking at this time perhaps? Maybe not. After a while we head back to the party area where more people have shown up. It's getting dark now and the fire is lit.
This is where the memory gets jagged. Everything up to this moment is so clear but from here on out events could be out of order or mixed up. Either way, it's cool. So the party is getting started now. I got some drinks in me and the buzz is kicking in. A lot of people are here now. It was insane how many people I knew were showing up. Liz, Pat Little, Megan Palizay, all these kids. Soon, Kurt's mom is over collecting keys. She poings to me eventually and asks for my keys. I tell her I rode my bike and she just lauged.
Fast forward an hour. Shit is bumping now. There is food in the screened in porch area of the house, all the grad party foods you could ever need when you're crunk. Also, a golfcart with a cooler full of beer. Not just a cooler, but a COOLER. This thing was huge. So. The party is flowing. Everyone is fucked up at this point. Kevin is here now, showing up with someone totally random.. it might have been Noel and Beastman. Maris was there! Jen Lobur! The party has shifted from inbetween the house and the camp area where another fire has started. I recall schmokin' some dope 30 feet from the path in this clearing, with people wondering where we are. I recall being in the back of Adam Priola's car, bottle of tequila in my hand, people all around the car drunk singing. I recall dropping some weed and Kevin and I laughing so hard about it.. but why? Lmao.. I have no idea. And then....
Morning. It just happened. As if I blinked and there it was. I was standing in the fire near the house, backpack on my back, and my sweatshirt covered in pasta. How the fuck did I get here? How long have I been standing here? Did I fall asleep here? DID I FALL ASLEE STANDING UP? NEXT TO A FIRE? IN A FIRE? ARE MY SHOES MELTED? WHATTHE FUCKW. As these thoughts race thru my head all I could think about was the silence. So silent. A party so raging and full of life a few hours ago now gone as the moon traded places with the sun. Kevin recalls seeing me as he was leaving in the back of Jen Lobur's car. Just standing there, head down. Probably the weirdest thing I've ever done drinking. So here I am. Alone. No one awake but me. I walk to the front of the house and to the line of cars, gaps where people had already been shaken by the sun and told to go home and sleep. Walking along the brush line, I start to panic. Fuck. Where is my bike? Don't tell me someone took my fucking bike. After a few minutes I realized I wasn't far ahead enough and pull my bike out of the dewey mass of weeds. The gears clicked into place and I was on my way. The sun coming over the trees and the fuzzies are coming down again.
I rode back slowly in silence. The sunrise a mirror image of the sunset the day before, the fuzzies floating along the breeze.
Not once did I pass or see a car. The road was mine.
It was summer and I was happy.
Little did I know that summer would be one of the most amazing 3 months of my life.
I could just lay in bed and live off these memories..
So yeah, that was it for the most part. The vivid details I'll have to lock away in my brain.
Well.. it's late.. and this took a while. It's 3:17am now.. @___@
Story time!
So it's the end of my Junior year in high school and the summer has just begun. There's a lot going on at this time. A few good friends of mine graduating and soon I'd be a Senior. Holy fuck how the time has flown.
I'd say it was the end of June and grad parties have gone and some to be expected. The biggest party of the week would be Kurt Oliver's. Now, I had known this kid my whole life but had never really talked to him. On the other hand I know Ryan Menzel who was good friends with him. So anyways, Ryan says I should go to this party. Actually, now that I think of it there were a lof of people telling me to go to the party XD.
It was the end of the day when I packed my backpack for the night ahead of me. It was one of those nights where you know something is going to happen so it's best to have a bag with you. And I did. A bag and a few extra beers I had from a few nights before. I hop on my La Jolla Cruiser and start the ride to the party. I made my way down DJ's road, the sun setting, the fuzzies in the air made it seem like it was snowing. I had my mp3 player on I think, something summerlike, probably Sublime.
About a half hour biking I was at the party. I passed it once, not knowing where it was. Which leads me to a different story:
Kurt had a party a week or two before his graduation party and everyone was there. Kevin and I find out about and decided we're going to go! Hey, it's right around the corner pretty much why not? So we pack a backpack full of beers (which were bottles=heavy) and started our journey to this party that was bumpin'. It's dark when we set out. A waxing moon was all we had to go by. As we near what we thought was Kurt's house was not actually Kurt's house. It was described to us as being a dirt road that led into the woods. Well, we found a dirt road but no party to be soon. At every stop sign along the way we each had to refill on our beers. Whichs, at this time we were probably looking at 5. So here we are. Sitting on this dirt road with the moon beaming down on us with our beer. What the fuck. Where the fuck is the party? We sit and wonder and finally give up. Fuck it. We have beer. We sat and drank a while, I passed out for a minute and we decide to head back. What a shakey, unsteady drive that was. About a 100 yards from my house a car pulls up beside us. Fuck. The cops? We were almost home! Nope. Tommy K and Age. Adrianne laughing like always and Tom like wtf man? They ask if we wanted to go to the party and that they'd give us a ride there. We decline and go back to crash. If only I had gone to that party.. Anyways, Back to the real story.
So I arrive at the dirt road. The real dirt road. Which, seeing it in the daylight I could easily see how we missed it. It was right after a curve and just barely noticeable in the day. I get off my bike and push it into the brush along the path. A long line of cars parked as I walked down the path and up to the house. I hear the clank of horseshoes, kids laughing, and country music playing. Hmm.. where to go. I walk around the house to the backyard where the party was at. At the moment it was a family party but you could tell the family was starting to disappear as the night rolled around. I set my bag up against this tree in the yard and walked over to Ryan. At this point I can recall Ryan, Kurt, and a few other faces that I can't remember at the moment. But I do remember someone. Andrew Hoppe. I think this was the first time I had talked to Hoppe in a long time, like since middle school.
"Hey Scumby", were his first words.
We talked a bit, I gave him a beer and we sat down on these giant logs behind the garage area. At this time I remember Dereck Barteck pulling up in his van with a case of beer with him. After a while everyone there decides to go set up camp. Somehow me and Hoppe get a ride in the van with that dude who.. fuck.. I'm forgetting names already? Fuck my life. He dated Kristen Rudz.. anyways. I know what I'm talking about and I"m sure this is only for me to read in the future when I'm an old man and want to remember things. ANYWAYS. He gives me some smokes because all I had at the time were Markets. Fucking nasty ass dirt sticks. Thru the woods we went along an S shaped path into a clearing where people were setting up tents. I recall chilling with the president (Josh Dolph), Jeff, Andy Hoppe, Andy Dep, and Tom K in this clearing. Listening to Three 6 Mafia and smoking at this time perhaps? Maybe not. After a while we head back to the party area where more people have shown up. It's getting dark now and the fire is lit.
This is where the memory gets jagged. Everything up to this moment is so clear but from here on out events could be out of order or mixed up. Either way, it's cool. So the party is getting started now. I got some drinks in me and the buzz is kicking in. A lot of people are here now. It was insane how many people I knew were showing up. Liz, Pat Little, Megan Palizay, all these kids. Soon, Kurt's mom is over collecting keys. She poings to me eventually and asks for my keys. I tell her I rode my bike and she just lauged.
Fast forward an hour. Shit is bumping now. There is food in the screened in porch area of the house, all the grad party foods you could ever need when you're crunk. Also, a golfcart with a cooler full of beer. Not just a cooler, but a COOLER. This thing was huge. So. The party is flowing. Everyone is fucked up at this point. Kevin is here now, showing up with someone totally random.. it might have been Noel and Beastman. Maris was there! Jen Lobur! The party has shifted from inbetween the house and the camp area where another fire has started. I recall schmokin' some dope 30 feet from the path in this clearing, with people wondering where we are. I recall being in the back of Adam Priola's car, bottle of tequila in my hand, people all around the car drunk singing. I recall dropping some weed and Kevin and I laughing so hard about it.. but why? Lmao.. I have no idea. And then....
Morning. It just happened. As if I blinked and there it was. I was standing in the fire near the house, backpack on my back, and my sweatshirt covered in pasta. How the fuck did I get here? How long have I been standing here? Did I fall asleep here? DID I FALL ASLEE STANDING UP? NEXT TO A FIRE? IN A FIRE? ARE MY SHOES MELTED? WHATTHE FUCKW. As these thoughts race thru my head all I could think about was the silence. So silent. A party so raging and full of life a few hours ago now gone as the moon traded places with the sun. Kevin recalls seeing me as he was leaving in the back of Jen Lobur's car. Just standing there, head down. Probably the weirdest thing I've ever done drinking. So here I am. Alone. No one awake but me. I walk to the front of the house and to the line of cars, gaps where people had already been shaken by the sun and told to go home and sleep. Walking along the brush line, I start to panic. Fuck. Where is my bike? Don't tell me someone took my fucking bike. After a few minutes I realized I wasn't far ahead enough and pull my bike out of the dewey mass of weeds. The gears clicked into place and I was on my way. The sun coming over the trees and the fuzzies are coming down again.
I rode back slowly in silence. The sunrise a mirror image of the sunset the day before, the fuzzies floating along the breeze.
Not once did I pass or see a car. The road was mine.
It was summer and I was happy.
Little did I know that summer would be one of the most amazing 3 months of my life.
I could just lay in bed and live off these memories..
So yeah, that was it for the most part. The vivid details I'll have to lock away in my brain.
Well.. it's late.. and this took a while. It's 3:17am now.. @___@