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when i think back, i dont remember the bad the stuff anymore. i dont know if that's good or not, but it's a fact. i think about, hopping the fence of the pool only to discover the gate was open, swimming in underwear for hours. long walks to nowhere around columbia, finding random little things on the ground and keeping them for years. i think of keeping fingers in pockets, and sitting on the roof tops admireing the giant monster trap.drinking coffee on the hill in the sunlight watching the trucks drive around in the quarry. i think about runing around naked on the beach
that wasnt empty after all, driving home naked afterwards. of falling down in the grass on the side of the road drunk and laughing, yelling at cops. of scrabble marathons and too much coffee.
i think of the owl in the tree. i think of trivial pursuit on the rooftop in cloverdale. i think of the sceenery changing. i think of eating dinner in brian's back yard in portland. i think of sleeping in the woods, i think of feeling so tiny next to those trees in the redwoods. i remember climbing the big rocks on the beach, and laying in the sand looking at the snow on the distant mountain tops. i think of how good the coffee tasted out of the french press.
i think of "thermole". i think of playing pool, i think of the nautical lighter, i think of diriving 70 miles in the wrong direction leaving atlanta and laughing about it. i think of probe. i think of thrift store shopping sprees. of trying to pick out underwear in sears and finally giving up and sitting in the middle of the floor. i think of existing solely off garbanzo beans. i think of playing frisby and climbing trees. of walking around the neighborhood looking for furniture. watching the fireworks from our rooftop. i think of being happy...
those are just a few things... but thats proof that life was sometimes good.

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