Two friends have sent me photos this past week that kicked me straight to the Days of Yore.

This is a picture of where I used to live in Berkeley, sent to me by my good friend Nathan who was up there for a wedding. I lived in a one bedroom apartment with 2 OTHER people, Rish and Chris, for a summer. I slept on a couch in the living room. Anyway it was a total shitbox of an apartment, though MUCH NICER than the one I live in now, which is sad. But the best part? It was next door to Top Dog, the hot dog place. It fucking REEKED like dogs in the apartment. We had to keep the windows closed and then it’d still stink up and we’d end up hotboxing ourselves in hot dogs. Top Dog is/was open late so there’d be insanely drunk people conversating and eating lips and assholes. And then in the morning, on ourway to work, we’d step in a half eaten hot dog or hot dog barf. Fun times.

This picture was taken by Erin. This is my arm about SIX years ago. My arm has not changed much. That watch, however, is dead. I mean I think it still works, it just needs batteries. I want to put it on Ebay since I don’t wear it anymore. Anyway that’s a hammock on the roof of my friends’ old apartment in Chinatown. Their apartment actually used to be a sweatshop and then turned into an illegal apartment. It was a seven story walk up and had no intercom/buzzer, so the roomies would just throw their keys down seven fucking floors to the street below and I always thought I’d get pegged in the head and bleed out. But that never happened because as soon as the key started falling I’d cry and flail my arms around and scream and run away like a big baby. There were also sweatshops still in the building in addition to a mahjong parlor. There was also a random cat that no one fed and the stairwell smelled like pee.

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