while i was recently visiting my folks, my mom brought out a folder of My Old Crap, and it contained a printout of an email from my collge days.
i'd discovered a cache of emails before, saved my my most excellent mother, but this one had slipped my attention then.
when i read it i was blown away. not only did the email provide a time-capsule-like snapshot of my senior-year diet, a fine example of my developing (or possibly fully-developed) writing style/voice, and a foreshadow of my subsequent fatness and spendiness, it also contained the story of the discovery of my sacred beach! holy crap!
so i had my mom copy it and mail it to me, because i'd forgotten to do that myself while i was there, because 203 was with me and things tend to slip my mind when that's the case.
but send it she did, my most excellent mother, along with a 20 dollar bill, for some reason, and a note describing a scorpion-related-hallucination. and here for your enjoyment, dear reader, is the email in full:
the email in full
Notes:
at the time, i had just started a new job and "had money". fortunately i did not squander all that money on a kayak. unfortunately, i did squander it all on dvds and folding knives.
one of those dvds was kubrik's "a clockwork orange", hence the use of the nadsat "viddied".
at the time, i was under the influence of angela anaconda. man, i miss that show. i wonder if it's on dvd or on a commemorative folding knife?
apparently, i thought that skipping a piece of cheesecake between my lunch of sausage-laden pizza and my dinner of ramen and cheddar would keep me fit and trim.
i was obsessed with relating descriptions of my food. that's genetic but i've grown out of it.
i had a knack for douglas-adams-like language humor, i.e., "gathering such moss as a rolling stone cannot". har!
i surely did not foray 2 miles into the beach. based on another email from that era recovered by my bro, it's clear that i thought the walk from one end of the beach to the other, and back, spanned a distance of 16 miles. now, thanks to the dual wonders of google maps and GPS technology, i know that the round-trip distance is actually about 8 miles.
as i recall (possibly incorrectly), i went back to that beach nearly every weekend until i graduated and was forced reluctantly to leave it. by the time i left slo, i was regularly reaching the end of the peninsula.
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