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Were is it WRITTEN.......

May 11th, 2005 (10:42 pm)
current song: Time Has Told Me--Nick Drake

Someone asks me for something that should be so simple.

I plink plink plunk through what is recorded HERE...
give up.
It happened long before this device, though it has been
re-recorded here many times.

Pull out the BOOKs....

::turns page, turns page, turns page::

I have shelves of pages.

Boxes of pages, on shelves I cannot reach.

Boxes locked on the floor, full of pages.

transientsoul--can I just TELL you a Story?
Of my Michael and my Steven931...

Ginger Stevens, Michael Savacool, and Steven Sherer were BEST Friends.
They lived in Redlands Southern California.
It was early 1991.
When one could still ride 'bitch', on a Vespa ride
through Blooming Orange Groves.
(ginger wasn't 21 yet)

They never went anywhere without each other.

One late night while drinking cheap coffee in Denny's,
off Alabama street, in Redlands California....
they decided to get a paper route.

Michael had an old white VW Bus....
We could throw papers from THERE!!!

(we all had jobs, we all had school. we ALL drank too much cheap coffee.)

Our "gig" didn't last two weeks.
We'd stay up until we had to get the papers....
Michael and Steven doing timed head stands outside
the warehouse.
(i timed them)
And then we loaded the papers into the Bus....
and went out on the road.

(honestly--I don't think we ever got paid for this,
but that is fine, because we NEVER actually DID the job.)

Michael's Bus had a tape deck.
But it was rigged by Michael himself.
So it didn't have a VOLUME control.

Bus not running.


We had a THEME tape we always played.

yeah, I know...."most people don't own it."

We threw papers.

With BLEACH blaring out of the Bus, at O'Dark Thirty...
The door open.

Steven and Michael took turns
at the wheel.
I was the one who tossed the papers
from the back up to the one by the Door.

I remember the night Steven fell out.

*laughs, holds herself, laughs*

We thought he was DEAD!!!

He wasn't, he rolls well.

I don't think we EVER threw them to the right houses.

The last morning we did it.........
We drove out far, up on top of this Hill.
After we were done.

We all three, leaned on the front bumper
of our Bus............
and watched the SUN come up.

Watched it rise.

We were very silent.
Michael said he wished he had a camera.

Then the two of them punched at each other
and ran down the hill....through high brown grass
and thorns......

Whipping off their shirts along the way...

I stood.
I watched.

With Them,
sometimes that was what I did.

But I wouldn't be left behind.

I tore mine off, and followed.

We hiked around this thin little stream of water, stomping
and climbing.

I was itchy and tired and....

I stomped along too.

Sweaty and covered in thorns and bugs and scratches...
we made our way back up the hill.

Finding our shirts.

Finding our Bus.

For the life of me.
I cannot remember the drive home.

Just every ray of that sunrise.
Driven into my brain.

We weren't drinkers of drink, back then.
(oh it happened on occasion, but it was rare)
We didn't do drugs........

We just SMOKED cigarettes like chimneys.

And drank coffee like fiends.

The Salad Days.


Posted by: Glenn (gev)
Posted at: May 12th, 2005 05:26 am (UTC)
mmm... sunrise...

I went with a friend one time out to Enchanted Rock...
we left EARLY morning, got there in time to watch the sun come up from on top.
I might have a picture somewhere...
Not gonna forage for it tonight though. sigh...

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 12th, 2005 06:31 am (UTC)
Re: mmm... sunrise...

It was like that.

Posted by: transientsoul (transientsoul)
Posted at: May 13th, 2005 12:42 am (UTC)

Elizabeth, Denny & Drew :)
Except I rode bitch on the back of their motorcycles and we did alot more than coffee.
I really hope you get to meet my Drew. He is a trip and always has a story :)

I want to know more of your stories.


Finally, someone who knows, who really knows...

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 13th, 2005 06:40 am (UTC)
Sugar Bitch!

I feel so fucking CLOSE to You right now.

There's a smile wrapped around me head.

Posted by: Red Lipstick & Green Ink (ginger931)
Posted at: May 13th, 2005 08:51 am (UTC)
And Steven.........
Black Cat Burns

Had kicked Speed--just before I met him.

In the end.

It found him.

I got him all the way to Austin.....

He kicked and fought.

But one day.........
HE left.

from Ginger or Micheal.

He ate a gun.

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