novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- bits and pieces ventura versus oakland. less people, larger & more evenly paved streets, pastel tract houses, mini malls and multiplex movie theatres. in oakland it was colder and colder at night, raining sometimes. in ventura it is humid with the santa ana winds blowing tumble weeds directly at my car. the power keeps going out. my allergies keep flaring up. i am at lisa's house. we grew up together and still see each other whenever both of us are in town during breaks from school. after about fifteen minutes years melt away and we're in 4th grade again, listening to motley crue and making a makeshift skateboard out of her joe cool scooter, her dog binky following us around the streets. we toilet papered icky neighbor boys' houses, illegally entered abandoned buildings, held 80s skate movie marathons, all the time wondering "where's animal chin?" lisa is running around looking in her parents' hall closet for "old clothes i can ressurect." she just put on see-through white pants, a hot pink and gray sweatshirt with KANSAS CITY embroidered/emblazoned on its breast, a gold headband, and is running through the hall going "YEEEEAHHHAH!" and singing the dawson's creek song. i hate dawson's creek. dawson's face is scary. his eyes look smushed, and it looks like his chin has taken over the lower portion of his head. 5:20 pm - 12.18.2000 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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