Me in Newbury park
During life in Newbury park (gameboy camera photo). Then Years after in 2017 after moms storage unit was finally emptied. It took 8 years.
My friend Noah called last week to remind me of this feat. How we went there together. Many friends like Chris (Rays father) and my brother helped over a period of 8 years just to get an in-in-out burger & hang out there while I said “I don’t need this shit!” Or sometimes it was really dark and sad. I’d need a hug and wouldn’t be able to move my legs.
I would cry and collapse.
My mom started filling the storage unit in 1998.We’d just moved to our new house in California Oakbrook ( a guarded by electronic voice box Kaufman & broad gated community up the road)
Before moving to the gated community We were living in an apartment at in Thousand Oaks. I had my fish blanket (still my favorite blanket) I sitting with it in the minivan drinking tea being calm listening to Sarah mcglachlan on my portable Sony radio with headphones.
It was in the minivan that She sarcastically proclaimed… she said “well! Look at you little miss too good for everything princess! Little bitch!”
“Look at you with your throne!”
The minivan was parked outside the unit. “You don’t even know what I’m doing for you. Do you???”
She was so sarcastic. I often said “no I don’t. What’s happening?”
My memory of the day she got the unit was the feeing of Guilt. There was guilt or shame for being relaxed.
I remembered everything about this storage unit. The terra-cotta roof, the peace doves on the eves of the terra-cotta
The smell of in-in-out burger….
Here’s a selfie. Then and in 2017 when the storage unit was empty.
I left Newbury park for Pasadena in 2006.
In 2006 my mother put 4 generations of dead peoples belongings in one storage unit for me from the garage at home. There was African art that scared the bejesus out of me. It was my inheritance
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