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i was home for one week.
each day there feels like im swimming in sunlight.
the first night i slept with evan and had to sneak out in the first mornings light.
i almost ran into his mother at the door but the smell of the air at 6am is untainted and cold and new
and bursting into it from the warm house made me feel alive.
the next day i drove down to LA to see angela.
we drank what remained of my whiskey from the previous night and then proceeded to buy tequila.
we cut limes, took photos and danced in her backyard.
the next day me and susan bought weed from little boys who played bad music and then went to kelseys,
we drank whiskey and sat on her bare living room floor basking in the long beach night.
the next moon i went to laguna beach to see trina.
we went to Port in corona del mar where we were bought four drinks from men
who were all my fathers age. she is dating a 36 year old man whom i met that night.
later we all smoked out of her beautiful bong and i realized an older man might not be the worst thing.
the next night i went back to kelseys for a photoshoot and more of our beautiful conversations.
this night i became very drunk from brandy and had the giggles.
when i woke up the next morning i went to stephens. we drank his parents black label and watched knocked up and some depressing dateline nbc.
the next day i smoked myself silly and passed out in my backyard with the sun searching my whole body.
i woke up pink.
later i went with hank and hobie to LA to see the lacma but mostly i just went for the ride.
we talked about how hank could have done most of the work in the museum. we came back to a 150 dollar ticket on his car. a bum also yelled at hank.
the next day was my fathers 52nd birthday.
we took him to a steakhouse.
the next day josh picked me up and we drove out to his place.
he surprised me with having people from our past there.
the last night i went to pasadena with leslie and roshell to visit nick but only after i talked them into it.
on the way we talked about how times were tough for lisa kudrow and about life as it hung lately.
leslie shares her new favorite book with us.
this boy that we go to visit goes to USF with me and i see him everyday.
i explain that we constantly touch each other every chance we get yet nothing ever comes of anything.
i have been at his place alone with him late nights, even last night the first night ive been home in sf he calls and we hang till 230. he wants a back rub.
i obviously cant deny him it since all i can ever think about is touching him and having his hands all over my body.
anyway they meet him and proceed to tell me that he isnt good enough for me.
the next day he comments on how my friends didnt like him and i grin and tell him hes crazy.
im back in my apartment and i already miss it all.
my friends are my home.
