This is our last dance, this is ourselves.

I love this song.

I first heard it while at the Miller’s Outpost jeans store on 17th Street in Costa Mesa, California. I was probably shopping for back-to-school jeans or something.

I can still see the whole store in my mind, the shelves full of jeans against the back wall in every color in variety especially. Boot cut, easy fit, black, white, dark and light blue, with that distinctive denim smell.

The terror of knowing what this world is about…

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The sweetness was all in the sin

The first forbidden fruit stolen from my parents still occupies its throne of magical importance. In my case, it’s Olympia beer in the tall aluminum can.

Other friends have offered Dad’s stash of marijuana, dirty magazines found in parental chest of drawers, and hard liquor siphoned off in secret.

What’s yours?

[yeah, I know I’m still not really writing. stupid brain]