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fits of momentary nostalgia:
choosing gordo's or zachary's
is it
albany or berkeley, this part of solano ave?
neighbors and how it's possible to have them without distinct neighborhoods
do i hate this place or miss it, from 4000+ miles away?
becca's kitchen with beer and jazz; her parents smiling and passive-aggressively arguing over a spread of delicious foods
jamming with dylan even though it was in berkeley and getting sandwiches half-way through or hitting up the thai temple and then the ashby flea market for gold posing as choice junk
the shitty construct that is the new high school, and hating it still, even though i'm well out of high school now and shouldn't care but still do because it's ugly as shit
seeing my house on
google earth, and wondering where my car's gone/been
those soccer uniforms of blue and yellow mesh back in the day which were interchangable; orange slices at halftime
playing my guitar even though i suck
my basement makeshift rad super darkroom
the constant groupings of pubescent snots at the seb-leb (7-11)
free movies at the albany twin
zarry's sandwiches with extra pickles
east bay trail behind the train tracks and through the costco entrance to point richmond
friends that understand why we love albany
if you pronounce it "all-bany" or "al-bany," and what that means in terms of location of origin
policeman trading cards
the humid smelly indoor public swimming pool
mary and joe's sporting goods
children center day-care
the village
making plans to go to tilden park for a hike, but ending up drunk at cougar field
not big enough for a
BART stop, but not small enough to be considered a boon-dock rural town due to geographic location even when taking into account the square-mile aspect
the border of
albany and berkeley at safeway's and how nobody cares except the berkeley half
asian mall and how it's somehow considered richmond (???)
the dive bars and when did they become hip...i.e.-
ivy room,
hotsy totsy, and
club mallard, and why does everyone want to drink on san pablo when they can get a guiness and play chess at THE PUB?
knowing the difference between the old cool albany library and the ugly salmon-pink vomit posing as art deco architecture
dance nights at montero's and world music at ashkenahs
magnificent marin, corny cornell, and how no one really cared about the kids from vista
home, and where the heart is, no matter how fleeting or (inter)national
big up tiny town; the list goes ever on...
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