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2001-01-04 || 11:16pm || sebastian the primavera. || remember back when we were mod and would dress up to ride the scooter down hills around our flat in the mission at night? how we would sing as loud as we could flying down, the hem of my dress picking up wind and trying to expose the holes in my tights? how we would ride to school in the mornings, wave at our friends on the 26 valencia, trudge up diamond hill in the bike line? park across the street from our film class, take off our helmets, straighten our hair in the reflection of car windows, buy little debbie nutty bars and coffee in the student store? you threw up in those bushes. you passed out behind that tree. i had to hold you up to get to a shuttle that night, and after a long bart ride home and my forgetting your aunt's copy of still life with woodpecker on a seat somewhere between home and school, we realized we had forgotten the scooter across the street from film class. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |