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okay fine i'm gay like everyone else but i gotta write this. it started out in the fall when the sun would set hella early and the whole world was dark orange and yellow. i was hella in love with my memories and i kept coming home to see that things were changing with a lot of my friends. i tried to keep them straight but they were going astray. the other chunk i cared about were still crazy tight and me alex eugene and frank kicked it at someones campus like we said we would for about a quarter and a half. i saw eugene almost every weekend for hella months which was tight because it was nice to know there were a few other people keeping it real.
in santa cruz i was graciously taken in by three hella tight ass people who barely knew me. and even though we barely talk now and our shit isn't the same anymore, i'm eternally grateful for their kindness and friendship without which this year would have been so whack. without them showing me the ropes of how to get to class and regular ass shit i'd be another dumb ass freshman taking the bus to class. random ass drinking nights and eating dinner with everyone seemed so natural at the time and i never thought it'd end but slowly i drifted away like a fag.
winter break was crazy because josh hella surprised everyone by coming home. drinking staying up all night playing video games mountain biking in the rain and kickin it all day. it ended perfectly with joshs 2 month early birthday party where he started kicking people out till only like 8 real people faded as fuck remained.
i dont remember much of what winter quarter was like but i think it rained sometimes which was cool. me and sully would start walking into the forest and get lost and try to find our way back. it was like a routine some friday afternoons when we were there. also going to the BOARDWALK ! ! ! ! ! and peepin the scene on our pets was routine. school without sully would be like a crack pipe with no damn crack in it. a ponta is all i needed and a down ass one is all i had. not past tense. after about a month or so a new member strolled on in to my life. a man called al. me and sully would creep around at night all the time and she was down to do everything we wanted to and some so we bonded like super glue to breaza's door. mountain biking was getting crazier and crazier as me and eug moved up the rungs to the santa cruz mountains.
i dont remember what happened during spring break but i think josh was here and we didn't kick it. eugene had hella work and it flew by.
the first few hours after i got back for spring i kicked it with manal in a laundry room while she recapped her journey to ny. it'd be the first of many laundry rooms we'd all spend hella hours in. vernon started coming up for drum circles and any night me sully and manal would kick it wouldnt end till 3 or later. the whole quarter was so fucking insane. every time we'd all hang out it was crazier than the last. everything from behind the rides at the boardwalk to trails on the edge of the quarry to shooting pictures at baskin was covered. i thought the drum circle nights were sorta crazy but then manals friends came up and we all hit up some of the sickest trails, caves and fog of the year. i thought that was the end of it but this brings me to the present to when i'm writing this shit. from 647pm till 510am we tried covering everything we could. a casual drive on highway 1 turned into a race to half moon bay to see the stars and sea. a beautiful untouched wednesday night. no people, no traffic. everything was tight and i had everything except my damn nigger sully with me. from 5am to 7 i packed all my shit in my car. ate breakfast with sully got a second of shut eye and drove back to fremont. i was up for close to 30 hours and drove over 250 miles. it feels like a distant ass dream because everything too right and now i'm sitting working to solve these weird problems. i hope no one really read this entire thing