In your atmosphere

I remember the all nighters...when the sprinklers would come on at the crack of dawn. We'd still be running around the halls wondering who was up still. Smelling that fresh morning air that was comprised of fresh cut lawn and fresh sun rays. Raiding the fridge for bagel bites when they probably weren't ours. Making runs to Del Taco for know other reason than just pure munchies..."Yeah, I'd like 10 chicken soft tacos"

I remember the scent of the halls when folks would do their laundry and stuff 10 bounce sheets in their loads. Waking up to people calling me on the Nokia, and saying, "it's dinner time foo...pippins in 5 minutes."

The people, the faces, the feel of a new life that I had yet to know...became all so familiar, all too soon. We'd share one car, then two, then three...pretty soon we moved on to each have our own. The adventures we shared were endless! Traveling to secret gardens to escape the pressures of school. Roaming newport coast for the first time...life was good. Life was real good. I almost shed tears thinking about the socal sunshine. The warmth of friends that surrounded me every day. And though most days comprised of doing, "not much," every day was action packed.

Reminiscing about late night clubbing in LA...brand new scenes and tons of motivation(hot girls,lots of alchy,tons of herb) to drive for hours to the party. Coming back home to the pad and cooking a shit load of junk food for no reason...all made the night worth it. You'd really never know what to expect right? You'd never know if a roommate would be arrested, get into fights, or just bring new girls back. In any case, how could I forget any of those moments?

BBQ's in the backyard...laying out the table for the homies to play cards on while food is being grilled. 80 brews...count em and slug em down. How much nonsense was actually talked about? How many dreams were actually shared? How many dreams can we still share? I miss socal with all my heart...this song always puts me in the mood. Although it was sad to leave, it is worse to actually be away. Someone give me back those 8 years...