Hella Spring Break
25. A season of dope. Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope. He’s a spider on a web.
On the way up to the Bay, Ricky and I stopped in San Luis Obispo to visit high school friends. I went to my friend Jason’s place in Morro Bay. It’s hard to act cool around someone you’ve known since age nine. We’re probably hitting up SLO on the way back to catch up some more, and pop some cheap ass bottles of stuff we had at 15 in my parent’s house. How time has passed.
I realized I didn’t take any pictures of the gorgeous PCH/101 views on the way up here, so I’ll be sure to get some on the way back down.
We departed SLO around 7 p.m. and set forth high-speed to the Bay — with the exception of a bathroom break at a ghost town gas station, “creepy” doesn’t even begin to explain, and a Taco Bell stop. I had a tearful reunion with my estranged best, Natasha, at around 11:30 p.m. when we made it into Hayward. We’ve been chillin’ in the burbs for the past few days. I’m typing this account from her college’s study room. It reminds me of the show “Community.” It’s awesome.
More to come soon.
