2003-12-28 || 10:52 p.m.

|| a photobooth picture for every year. ||

i got to hang out with my best friend the other day, orange county style. he came over and charmed my mother and we drove to balboa island. balboa island the night after christmas day is dark and boarded up, with all the shop windows bearing 'life's a beach' t-shirts dark and smeared with tempura paint of santa claus and holly. we got to the arcade twenty minutes before closing to take several photobooth pictures and get killed by zombies and the spider from centipede. we walked up and down the boardwalk and sang and picked out which houses to live in. then we drove. aimlessly. stopping at (oh help us) the anti-mall, which was rumored to have a good bar. good bar it was not, empty save a very weird mix of middle-aged leather-coat wearers and fancy ladies. someone called michael johnny depp, whaaa? we snuck out and drove. more. listening to his parents' green day cassette and mock arguing and letting the old best friendy feelings sink in. we drove down pacific coast highway to taco loco, hoping to see some long lost friend sitting at the tables. we drove and drove and suddenly it was over, my getting dropped off in my parents' driveway, trying to understand that seven years have passed since we first did this sort of thing.

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