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I remember where I was 4 months ago. Do you?
< For Todd >
.August 8, 2003.
Four months ago I was driving, lost, in a seedy area of a town I'd practically never been to. I was looking desperately for a place to spend a few hour of uneasy sleep before getting up in the morning to drive farther into the unknown, and farther from home.
Of course, this wasnt so tragic as it might appear. I was with three people, and we were having hardcore summer adventures. I was in a near panic when Claire yelled that she saw a clearing. I turned the car around, with some difficulty, and moments later we were setting up camp in a vacant lot in the worst part of Everett, near to Paine Feild. Now, when I say "camp", we had not yet evolved to tent useage, and simply spread our tarp and blanketry in what we deamed to be the most succluded section of the overgrown lot. Not 15 minutes after we had lay down did we hear the strangest barking, like a thousand underfed dogs being ruthlessly slaughtered, or tickled. Thus, the feild got its name "Dog Farm". Amid the ungodly close flying airplanes overhead, the tourtured canines and fear of police also came a velocorature in the bushes, and our own fluctuating whispers and medically strange yet hilarious specutlations and commentry and panicy silence.
But nothing deadly happened during the night, we woke in the sickeningly earlier morning to a puddle of water rapidly forming on the tarp covering our blankets, shoving everything we owned, plus a good deal of water, we heading in the the forementioned "unknown".
Now, that unknown just happened to be the wild and crazy Gig Harbor. I had no idea that what happened there would be the begining of one of the most important things to happen to me. But thats tomorrow's story.
... and for Claire
But when I look back now, the summer seemed to last forever. and if I had a choice, I'd always want to be there. These are the best days of our life.
< For Todd >
.August 8, 2003.
Four months ago I was driving, lost, in a seedy area of a town I'd practically never been to. I was looking desperately for a place to spend a few hour of uneasy sleep before getting up in the morning to drive farther into the unknown, and farther from home.
Of course, this wasnt so tragic as it might appear. I was with three people, and we were having hardcore summer adventures. I was in a near panic when Claire yelled that she saw a clearing. I turned the car around, with some difficulty, and moments later we were setting up camp in a vacant lot in the worst part of Everett, near to Paine Feild. Now, when I say "camp", we had not yet evolved to tent useage, and simply spread our tarp and blanketry in what we deamed to be the most succluded section of the overgrown lot. Not 15 minutes after we had lay down did we hear the strangest barking, like a thousand underfed dogs being ruthlessly slaughtered, or tickled. Thus, the feild got its name "Dog Farm". Amid the ungodly close flying airplanes overhead, the tourtured canines and fear of police also came a velocorature in the bushes, and our own fluctuating whispers and medically strange yet hilarious specutlations and commentry and panicy silence.
But nothing deadly happened during the night, we woke in the sickeningly earlier morning to a puddle of water rapidly forming on the tarp covering our blankets, shoving everything we owned, plus a good deal of water, we heading in the the forementioned "unknown".
Now, that unknown just happened to be the wild and crazy Gig Harbor. I had no idea that what happened there would be the begining of one of the most important things to happen to me. But thats tomorrow's story.
... and for Claire
But when I look back now, the summer seemed to last forever. and if I had a choice, I'd always want to be there. These are the best days of our life.