Southern California Is a Desert ~ Wednesday, 31 May 2017

What I wouldn't give to be with my friends as horrible as it was in high school to return to that wretched place and time knowing nothing how the future plays out at least we had each other mad bastards angry at all the world in paradise we'd never have it better none of us but getting older could never be worse than growing up with all my bastard friends in a punk cover band with teenage dreams the future was ours for the taking no getting drunk taking drugs and passing out always in trouble with lousy parents sneaking out late at night driving their cars underage drinking at the kiddie park tripping on acid outside Disneyland eating burgers fries and vanilla cokes at Bob's Big Boy on Adams Avenue riding our bikes everyday around town to Camel Records and Music Market getting stoned in Tony Nealon's side yard going to underage clubs and dancing hanging out at South Coast Plaza with friends going to motel parties getting drunk on the weekends on Harbor Avenue somehow passing classes year after year taking college exams graduating never having a steady love interest always knowing nothing lasts forever I don't want to watch this body grow old never have enough money to retire never be able to afford a car or have a job that pays for insurance can't go to the doctor or the dentist what's the point of this life America I'm sick of being alive poor hungry only getting to eat one meal a day why did my parents come to this country the land of milk and honey makes me laugh the land of opportunity fat lie live struggle suffer get sick and then die this country of fast food lies and neglect note our homeless veterans on the street in shelters badly in need of repair poverty in the face of Hollywood Southern California is a desert may the western wind blow it all away