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The Last Hurrah

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24 April 2015 | 05:06 am
location: my chair
music: cars wooshing by on Adams Avenue

Woke up early again this morning, 4:44 by the alarm clock. The covers were too much, I guess.

The party was epic. My family and Cindy's family were there. All of my past girlfriends and their families were there with remarkable accuracy, or at least what I now believe to be accuracy. There was a big pool (that later somehow drained and was filled with cubes of mangos) adjacent to a library. All the people were dressed in their pool party best, sunglasses and all. A highlight for me was my mom suddenly splashing into the water with a giant rusted float-car straight off the playa. It sank, with my mom, to the bottom of the pool where it sat for just long enough to be nerve-wracking, then suddenly was cut loose from it's moorings to spring up to the surface. People chatted with each other. I don't remember any music though I woke up with 12 Rods stuck in my head.

Later, when the pool switched to the mango-pit and people had begun to leave, a dude whose identity escapes me now picked me up and threw me into the mangos. He had quite the muscle, tossing me 50 feet away and 20 feet high. I landed unharmed but it was clearly the end. Two police officers brought him over to me, waist deep in mango, and asked if I had anything to say to him before they took him away. "Be well," I said.

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Ham

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from: amanda_na
date: 24 April 2015 11:21 pm (UTC)
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well Hello there! What a comeback

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nicoblue

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from: soulhaus
date: 6 May 2015 11:55 pm (UTC)
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...agreed!

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