In the heart of a California Kid, the rain was a visiting friend from a far, a rare and unusual creature that needed to be touched and tasted. To the delinquent in me who was usually held inside for recess at school, it meant company- eyes to share doodles on overdue homework assignments, friends to share the world inside my head with. as a kid I felt like I was a california rainy day-an odd spectacle welcome only once every so often, and an annoying hinderance if it lingered for too long.

Asphault and rain

We were all leaders..we where super heroes- We could do anything. We rebuilt society. trading cards, candy, lizards and insects where our currency. our councils met in willow tree's pondering our universe, playing with fire. our military was trained in the art of dirt claud warfare and knew the terrain. Discarded Vintage pornography found in bushes our sacred texts, and our hearts our ruling doctrine. we could do anything, we could do anything better than you.


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