I'm going through all of the mail that Smash and I got at Haver Hill and Venice that we didn't open (mostly bills or what looks like bills). I'll occasionally come by something that makes me so incredibly nostalgic for those months. All of our stories that I wish I would have written down... which makes me think that I should be much better about writing all of my current stories down now. I guess that's what this blog is supposed to be for. I'm kind of trying to look at it as a way to keep my journal entries somewhere where they'll never be lost even though I've never lost one of my journals (knock on wood).
I miss Smash. I miss Venice Beach. I miss Billish and Rando and Kate. I miss the beach. I miss the air. I miss the laughter... I miss Smash.
I have faith that I'll at least have a conversation with her at some point down the road. She's gotta do what she needs to in order to get through it.
Oh, what an interesting life I lead!
