hung out with new friend paul when i finally made my way into the old marina stadium of high school shenanigans past. it's been years since i had been there and now its gated and guarded.
some of my favorites --
paul during a dutch master cigar break. he guards the place during the afternoon shift with honey-flavored cigars, two big gulps and in his house slippers. he was standing in the boys bathroom in front of a big spray painted number eight. the spraypaint was metallic and caught some unusually even light. looks like a halo. 
someone way more ambitious than me climbed a pole halfway and sprayed my name in silver. 
