home...
well i find myself in coalinga, but i'm not in the usual pissed off mode i am when i come home. i'm actually doing ok. i mean i'm very happy with my current situation, even though i miss the whole CHAH thing, if you could believe it or not. well for the last nite ceremony heun and i did come up with something quite clever. we decided to pay a tribute to our good friend spanx. actually we just reenacted some of the most embarressing times he's had while at CHAH, but the audience seemed to approve. heun and i thought it was a great idea, and it was.
well the last nite was pretty fun, the talent show was funny as always. i did a solo act, i played the role of a future teller by smelling people's shoes. spanx's smelly sandal ended up out of the window. it was good, he didn't even expect it.
but the next morning i left i wasn't as happy as could be. i actually recieved a letter from an anonymous person, basically saying that i'm defensive and stating the poor job i did while i held my position as staff. also i couldnt' stand to the see the face of my li'l bro isaac. he was distraught when heun and i left. even though erika showed up with my parents and i was happy for that, but the drive home just seemed a little longer and the few tears that managed to sneak by the large lump in my throat went hardly noticed. i remember driving home and looking at heun's face. i was somewhat confused by the look, but i knew he was distraught as well, but we all know how macho heun is. seeing that, i turned away and pretended to look at the rolling hills just as one leaves the bay area and comes along into the central valley. that's when i started to remember, remember the times heun, spanx and i shared. all the late night talks, the cheesy sticks, the topless soda run, and everything else. it was too much, and the lump in my throat was the size of a cantaloupe. i felt a few tears run down my cheeks. i closed my eyes and i could see spanx, ordering a "plastic bag...regular", the late nite convo's about the evil and tyranny of the female species, and singing "the boys of summer" by the ataris with heun and spanx. i chuckled, wiped away the tears and looked at heun again. he was asleep. but i knew he was dreaming about our CHAH experience, trying to relive it in anyway possible because the CHAH program was our summer, it was our time.
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