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I shaved in the dark today. The results are interesting.

I'm sitting in a coffee shop. There are a lot of West High students here. They look so little. I remember when I was that little.

Eight years ago this place was called Stonewall, and I was a freshman at West High. (Maybe it was nine years ago. Memory is the first thing to go with age.

) This was the place where all the weird kids came (and still do, apparently). By weird I mean smart, accepting, different...

I was swept off campus by the lovely Sofe and taken here. There was a six and a half foot transvestite sitting at the counter wearing a tight skirt and black fishnets. A stoned barrista ran up to great us. She hugged Sofe, then hugged me, although we'd never met. Strangers with Candy played on the TV. It took all the stress accompanying ditching school away.

I would learn a lot from the barristas here:

Coke bottle enemas, queer history, gender studies, theology, punk rock, veganism...

My youth was filled with wild ideas. This was my schoolhouse.

The next time I came here was with my friend Paola, who liked my writing then and likes my writing now. I had a crush on her. (I had a crush on everybody.) We took creative writing together. She came up to me one day after class and commented on my D.A.R.E. shirt.

"Are you straight edge?" she asked.

I laughed. I smoked weed. I drank. I was a bad little freshman.

"Sometimes I feel like the only vegan straight-edge lesbian in the school," she told me. Yes, this Colombian beauty was unique. She took me to a Utah Animal Rights Coalition meeting at the Stonewall coffee shop.

I came here because it was interesting and because it was rich with characters--a religious man with his demon fighting daughters; Orin Hatch's grandson; Meth queens of the damned; Heroin zombies; New Age junkies; the Can Man...

I would become the right hand man in a religious cult.

Anyhoo...

Now, it's another generations turn to walk through the doors of this schoolhouse.

I have such tales to tell.

9:25 PM

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Siria

That's a pretty special memory to share. It's odd how easy it is to forget the places that helped mold us...you made me feel all warm and fuzzy in the memory department :oD

Posted by Siria on [02 Oct 2008 | Thursday] - 9:27 PM
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Magus Press

Thank you. :)

Posted by Magus Press on [03 Oct 2008 | Friday] - 7:07 AM
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Magus Press

And they responded to German military commands. What the fuck was up with that?

This place sure attracts a peculiar lot.

Posted by Magus Press on [05 Oct 2008 | Sunday] - 3:05 PM
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Paco

Zach Goss

It may have been eight years ago, but I think those carefree days in salt lake city during the fall were some of the best days of my life. I miss you, David, along with the other weird kids I knew.

Posted by Paco on [08 Oct 2008 | Wednesday] - 2:14 AM
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