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Very Specific Memories

This isn't anything like what I normally write. It's literally just a record of memories I want to maintain from my life. Not sure why I'm posting it, tbh, except maybe to inspire others to do the same.

playing brickbresker on my dads blackberry in bed with him in Kennewick

playing street hockey with dad, audrey, and hannah (dog) night after night and always losing but having so much fun

going to Conners house and jumping on his trampoline

taking daily walks down in the canyon

watching Hannah run through the sprinklers every day

when the boy goat (James) ate poisonous berries and died and me and Audrey made the big table display for him

going door to door selling boy scout popcorn

sonic nights and movie nights at my house with the boys

riding in the back of Anthony’s truck that one time to go to KFC with like 6 people I didn’t know

in the hotel with parents the day before leaving Kennewick for Ohio. standing and watching the cars on the highway (Holiday Inn, near Wueensgate)

Walking with dad in Inniswood, Sharon Woods, and Char-Mar

Watching John Wick 3 with dad in theaters at Queensgate the summer we moved out of Kennewick.

my first apartment in boston after moving out. walking to work in harvard square every day. staying up to smoke weed with chloe and watch shitty tv.

halloween, 2022 when that one girl asked me out and we went out and walked around the water and had a picnic with the tepache I brewed. THEN us making out in my bed, her stopping and asking me my age, and it turning out that I was 5 years younger than her lmfaooooo.

smoking on the back of the mansion in el salvador, looking out at the city, 'the world is yours'

puffing away at a cigar in [redacted]'s front porch when I stayed with her for 5 days straight after getting back. we weren't even dating yet!

crying with AJ in the diner in Seattle after we left the afterparty, talking about death and the inevitable nature of... just shit man, time? aging?

taking that crazy fucking road trip when I was 18 to go link up with a satanic cult before meeting [redacted] in [redacted]. almost getting killed twice in arkansas.

Meeting that German guy outside the Red Lion who talked with me about Nietzsche and his fear of annilhation with nuclear weapons for half an hour. Miss you Andre