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-Memoir-
I remember being 18. October 2005. Me, Brian and uh-knee-sa went camping at morro bay. Oh, but before we left to go camping, during the day, me and Brian went to a bunch of surfing spots in SB. We went to leadbetter beach - it was flat like a lake. Then we went to Goleta pier. same deal. Then we went to campus point. It was my first time ever going to UC. We parked the van by the dorms (without buying a parking pass, cuz we were badass) and headed to the point. I remember it being crowded, and the swells were not so beginner-friendly. I just kind of hung out where i could stand up (and probably just boogie-boarded). I remember being cold. When we got back to the van, Brian realized he had locked the keys inside. We tried to unlock the sliding door by prying open the window to reach the latch. We were both pulling on the window and were pretty close to opening it --when all of a sudden it fucking shatters - like instantly disintegrates. It was the type of safety glass that shatters into a thousand tiny blunt pieces. I remember Brian's reaction - he looked so defeated. We headed back down the 101. It was late afternoon. I smelled like the ocean and sex-wax. Brian picked me up later that night to go to the store to get provisions for the camping trip. He had Jerry-rigged the window with cardboard, plastic bags and duct tape. We bought a bunch of shitty food. We left for morro bay at like 10 at night - i dont remember why. On the way there i remember we listened to this Joe Satriani cassette tape that i found at the thrift store - "Flying in a Blue Dream." I remember feeling nostalgic while hearing the sub-par quality a worn-out cassette tape. We got to the camp site and drove around looking for a spot (we were looking for Andrew Bibian and uh-knee-suh had a histarically good time yelling awkwardly out the window "Andrew...? Bibian!?"). We never found Andrew Bibian (turns out we were in the wrong camp site). We pitched the tent in the dark and went to sleep. We camped for two days i think. Did camping stuff - didnt shower, played guitar, ate preservative-laden food. One part i remember well was walking alone in the woods along the bay. It was cold. I was wearing my cozily woolen lumber-jack coat that my pops had given me (I always beat myself up for losing that coat). I don't remember what i was thinking about, but i walked quite a ways. Then it got dark and i scurried back to the campsite in fear that i wouldnt be able to find my way. We made a fire. We played songs. We made distasteful jokes. We gave no fucks.
We left the camp site later than i had wanted to. I was gonna go to a Coheed concert in LA with Ulpses. When I got home, turns out he couldn't go anyhow. I ended up watching the world series (White sox vs Astros). the astros got swept. Sox got their first title in 88 years.
I love October.
I remember being 18. October 2005. Me, Brian and uh-knee-sa went camping at morro bay. Oh, but before we left to go camping, during the day, me and Brian went to a bunch of surfing spots in SB. We went to leadbetter beach - it was flat like a lake. Then we went to Goleta pier. same deal. Then we went to campus point. It was my first time ever going to UC. We parked the van by the dorms (without buying a parking pass, cuz we were badass) and headed to the point. I remember it being crowded, and the swells were not so beginner-friendly. I just kind of hung out where i could stand up (and probably just boogie-boarded). I remember being cold. When we got back to the van, Brian realized he had locked the keys inside. We tried to unlock the sliding door by prying open the window to reach the latch. We were both pulling on the window and were pretty close to opening it --when all of a sudden it fucking shatters - like instantly disintegrates. It was the type of safety glass that shatters into a thousand tiny blunt pieces. I remember Brian's reaction - he looked so defeated. We headed back down the 101. It was late afternoon. I smelled like the ocean and sex-wax. Brian picked me up later that night to go to the store to get provisions for the camping trip. He had Jerry-rigged the window with cardboard, plastic bags and duct tape. We bought a bunch of shitty food. We left for morro bay at like 10 at night - i dont remember why. On the way there i remember we listened to this Joe Satriani cassette tape that i found at the thrift store - "Flying in a Blue Dream." I remember feeling nostalgic while hearing the sub-par quality a worn-out cassette tape. We got to the camp site and drove around looking for a spot (we were looking for Andrew Bibian and uh-knee-suh had a histarically good time yelling awkwardly out the window "Andrew...? Bibian!?"). We never found Andrew Bibian (turns out we were in the wrong camp site). We pitched the tent in the dark and went to sleep. We camped for two days i think. Did camping stuff - didnt shower, played guitar, ate preservative-laden food. One part i remember well was walking alone in the woods along the bay. It was cold. I was wearing my cozily woolen lumber-jack coat that my pops had given me (I always beat myself up for losing that coat). I don't remember what i was thinking about, but i walked quite a ways. Then it got dark and i scurried back to the campsite in fear that i wouldnt be able to find my way. We made a fire. We played songs. We made distasteful jokes. We gave no fucks.
We left the camp site later than i had wanted to. I was gonna go to a Coheed concert in LA with Ulpses. When I got home, turns out he couldn't go anyhow. I ended up watching the world series (White sox vs Astros). the astros got swept. Sox got their first title in 88 years.
I love October.