1:28 am. Saturday night- there are 12 beers on the coffee table. i share the room with roommate Sean and old time friend Greg. we have been watching californicasion a hit tv series on show time. 2 more episodes and we will have watched the hole season. its been a good night, a much needed night of typical male bonding. Sean's eyes fade. his head rocks back and forth and he fades in and out of sleep. i cant say that i am not far behind him. we did good tonight. we shard story's and talked shit for hours. i am going to miss this place. i will miss the people here. moving to L.A. will take a lot of mental strength. Greg will be going with me, i think we will balance one another well. its strange i have never been to California but in 2 months i will live there. i remember back when we were all in high school. Sean went to California for a summer. before he left he was a wholesome young man, and very clean cut. when he came back,.... well he was still wholesome but he had bleached blond hair and a tattoo. my buddy James went to California to help out at a christian outdoor school. when he visited last month he had a red mohawk thing for a hair cut. is that some kind of California stamp of approval?
California is like, "hey you seem like a cool guy. ill tell you what,.......lets go get you a tan, we can bleach your teeth. hell lets just go crazy! lets change your hair color to." hey California!
if you can hear me, i am looking forward to coming down. but you better have some answers for me when i get there. i don't know maybe its the smog, or maybe its in the water. what do you think? why is California so hell bent on terning my buddy's into trendy hood ornaments?
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I view the hair color like the umbrellas of the northwest. New comers might pop one open and hide themselves from the dismal and dreary clouds but it won't last long. You know what I mean, how even with the threat of a downpour you never see people walking around with umbrellas at the ready.
Maybe that's California, you go down there with your hair ready to be drenched and once you realize that it's just going to get baked you think, "Why not?" and then add your own personal touch. Sometimes the best way to stand out is to blend in.
I don't know about you, but my hair will be damned if it ever changes color.
Good Blog Dave...I think there's a song in there!
With you and Greggy goin' down there, California isn't going to know what hit em'...just take some sun screen and bible!!
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