Check out Brian’s funny and atmospheric story under the “Writings” Tab. Here’s the first paragraph:

The skinny streets near Wilson High School, the sets of stairs before the school entrance and a white two-story building across the street. Black top and fences to the left. A grass field. A beautiful song on Dylan’s radio, rolling through the old neighborhoods of Long Beach near The 36 (it’s a bar). We park in the back of an office building. The parking lot is empty and there are Eucalyptus trees hanging over us. An old house in a skinny lot with a porch, a short way from the corner where a storefront was, next to the house that was. Stoned, believe me. Dylan had given me bong loads at his house while he finished his video baseball game with Tim. Then we blazed a blunt on the way there, after going back to the garage because Dylan forgot to take his pills…

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