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2000-12-07 || 20:34:17 || 3358 24th street || :::::::3358 24th street, across from the mission library in san francisco:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: six rock and roll boys and me. taco night and pinatas. luke cooking scrambled eggs and baked beans on sunday mornings. jeff living in the closet. chris's house duty was sweeping the wood floors. we had parties that packed the flat with a hundred black-haired meanies and left cigarette butts and empty beer bottles in the bath tub the next morning. it was a haunted bath tub, with claw feet and deep enough to float in. josh slept on the patio and his teeth chattered when he woke up to go to the bathroom in the morning. the bathroom had a bad boy smell, always had pee on the floor. i had to hide my stash of toilet paper because sometimes we would go through a roll a day. coming home early from work to watch spiderman and breaker high with luke and dan. dan with his boxer shorts hanging dangerously low. smoking pot for the first time on st. patrick's day, thinking i was at a fair, worried about the sawdust on the floor getting into my bed. sharing a room with michael, telling my mom i was sleeping on the couch whenever she asked. hearing the pigeons cooing outside the window. using the ouija board to find out who lived in that room before us. the one hundred year old radiator. drawing pictures on the floor. counting the nails in the floorboards. finding depression, crying for no reason, getting so angry i could feel myself reeling. going out for sushi around the corner. wasabi-eating contests, michael talbott: reigning champion. jeff and his ladies. the way all of the cups and plates would end up in the black hole of dan's room. the boys practicing in luke's room, all those roland keyboards stacked precariously. chris's stolen guitar. michael's scooter parked in the gate. watching the trees across the street lose and grow leaves. the food villa sign. the sound of the door bell and boys running up the stairs. stained glass painted over in the door of the kitchen. the rain that wouldn't stop for three months that brought the bathroom and living room ceilings down. luke cornering me to give him girl advice. sitting on the front porch with jeff. climbing on the roof at night, huddled under a coat with michael. finding stars and hills and landmarks in the san francisco skyline. taking pictures and making movies late at night. riding the 26 valencia with luke to school. riding the scooter up that big hill with michael, having to get in the bike line to let everyone get by. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |