childhood memories
for some reason, a memory i had forgotten just came into my head. my family had been invited to a giant barbeque outside of austin, maybe thirty minutes to and hour out. the property was very large, with a horse area, a dining area, a marsh, and of course, a giant guest/barbeque area. i remember catching bullfrogs in the marsh by the horses, and it not seeming strange or special to me in the least. this sort of memory makes me hate california so much, especially santa cruz, where, even though its accepting, there are clear cliques based upon some sort of idiotic small town mentality.