1986 - 1989 - High School

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1986 - Freshman Year

In 1986, turned thirteen years old and entered ninth grade at Cardinal Newman Catholic High School in Santa Rosa. All four years of high school were somewhat similar and at the same location, so I might have the dates and order of events wrong in this history.

By the time high school started, I think I had mostly stopped playing with computers. My younger brother later got some kind of machine that was supposed to be educational, I think called an Explorer. It was more modern and had a monitor, but I didn't really use it, and never learened to program on it.

Cardinal Newman was for boys. There was a separate school named Ursuline nearby for girls. Boys would go to Ursuline for certain classes. Not in the first year, but in later years I took three years of French at Ursuline from a Spanish speaker that sometimes taught us Spanish by mistake. One year I also took Home Economics at Ursuline, which somehow counted as a science.

So many groupers went to Cardinal Newman that, by the time I arrived, the administration must have known who we were and that some of us were rebellious. I don't know if any of my classmates from Sonoma Country Day School went to Cardinal Newman, but if they did, we probably didn't stay friends for long, because they were mostly straight-laced and I went straight into a group of degenerates.

My brother Tim, who was now a sophomore there, had gone to the school for the year before me, which may have given the Wests a reputation, but I don't remember anything about that. He had made friends, which made it easier for me to join his social group, which was mainly kids two years older than me. There were a few groupers in each grade at the school, including my grade. Bry was there and ended up as valedictorian. I've since discarded my yearbooks so I don't have the photos of myself that were in it and can't confirm details.

During the first year, there was a dilapidated structure that we called the shack across the street from the school. Any time that we could, we would go to the shack to smoke weed and cigarettes. The grouper carpool went with us to Cardinal Newman, so until Tim got his driving license, we had to meet the driver in time for pickup after school. I think we got over to the shack sometimes during the school day as well, but it got torn down at some point.

Regarding carpool, Judy always seemed to be going through housekeepers. I only remember a few of them. One was a pretty cool punker from whom we learned some things about music such as the Nails. Another was definitely a meth head. I think she and Tim had a sexual relationship at some point. There was another older woman that always referred to her ex condescendingly as Mr. Wonderful. I associate her with collecting us at carpool in a giant sky-blue Torino station wagon that we must have acquired for this purpose.

//TODO: B210? What was her car? What was her name?

My friend Jeremy, who lived in Guerneville, sold weed. It was usually brick Mexican, but in those days, we would basically smoke anything. My friend Lance also lived near the school, but I only remember going there once, to do nitrous oxide, which was my first experience hearing helicopters that didn't exist. I think his mom was always home and a little uptight, so we mostly only went there to drop things off and collect things.

The father of a girl named Dawn - I think in my grade but possibly in Tim's - had a house near the school. At some point, a bunch of us kids started going there and smoke and play pool and probably drink alcohol sometimes.

There were not a lot of rebellious kids at Cardinal Newman, but groupers were not the only ones. One day we got to school and someone had done some really high quality spraypainted art of a hand holding a spraypaint can pointed at the viewer, which was somehow a clear "fuck you" to the school. Somehow, everyone immediately knew exactly who was responsible. That kid got expelled or otherwise left the school pretty soon afterwards.

There was a strange little concrete enclosure under one of the buildings at Ursuline, about the size of a portable toilet, with walls high enough that one could crouch comfortably without being seen. We used to go there to smoke cigarettes sometimes. Because boys were not allowed, especially on breaks, it was tricky to get to Ursuline, but if we got caught, we would just return to Newman.

There was another place near the edge of the Newman property past a wall that had no windows. It was tricky to get there, and harder to see people coming, but we smoked there too.

I got suspended for a day once for smoking cigarettes on campus. I also stole a girl's purse and got something like $10 from it. I threw it in the bushes on campus hoping that the maintenance crew would find it and return it to her. I don't think it had her driving license or anything else too important.

Newman had six periods each day including a Religion class, which was mostly a waste, except for I think sophomore year when it was called ethics and didn't focus as much on Catholicism. I don't remember there being physical education class except for the first year. I remember in the locker room a big older guy that always reminded me of George Michael (the lead singer from Wham) picked me up with one hand on my crotch. He might have gone to Sonoma Country Day School with me, but I'm not certain. I'm pretty sure it was something like gay molestation, but I don't think it traumatized me - I just thought he was a creep.

Driver's training also counted as a period one year, and some days were short due to Catholic mass, which I had to attend several times. All told, this didn't really leave as much time for electives or education in general as most schools provided, but I was certainly learning more academically than I had at Great Oak.

I don't remember a lot of the classes or people. I remember liking a few of the teachers, mainly the men. That includes one of my English teachers that would let me sleep in class. They guy that taught driver's training and I think freshman religion was humorous. The guy that taught ethics seemed pretty smart. I liked my Chemistry, Geometry, and Biology teachers. He had a white van that I somehow coined the mobile lab. My friends and I would joke about illicit things that he might have been doing in the mobile lab. I had a couple of the Lego set number 6901 "Mobile Lab", which was probably the term origin, though I think I actually called it the "mobile van" once.

I understand why things have changed, but I think it's really unhealthy that US schools today have so few male teachers. There are a lot of boys for whom it is unnatural to try to sit still in classrooms led by women all day. Many boys have few good real-world male role models and lots of bad media and online role models.

Outside of school, I started going out on weekends. We lived in Penngrove, a ridiculously small town close to Petaluma, which is a little bigger. There was a recreation center near the Petaluma library that would hold dances for teenagers often. We would tell our parents that we were going to the dance, or to see a movie, and one of them would drive us to Petaluma. I think at first they picked us up, but eventually my dad started giving us money to take a taxi home. We were supposed to be home by midnight.

I think we went to a rec center dance once for a few minutes. Then we would go in front of the library where the skateboarders would generally be skating. Sometimes we would go the Petaluma plaza. This was all somewhat of a somewhat punk scene.

Around this time, Tim started morphing into a goth or something, listening to some good music but a lot of crap as well. I was using his hairspray to do my hair in some kind of 80's wave style. Eventually we started cutting each others hair with electric clippers on the back deck at our house. I also used hydrogen peroxide to sunbleach it. The high school did not allow long hair or hats, so I kept the sides short and the top long, and generally got away with wearing a hat. I didn't cut my hair short until maybe my second year of college.

We drank a lot of beer in those days, which typically involved finding a buyer - someone over the age of 21 who would take the risk of buying alcohol for us. We also stole alcohol. We couldn't really take much from my parents, or they would notice, but we would steal things like fifths of gin from small markets. For some reason I remember drinking a lot of peppermint schnapps.

Sometimes we were able to get rides home, so we could just keep the taxi money. Our parents were usually drunk by the time we arrived and never asked anything about the dances or movies. Then we would typically sneak back out. Sometimes whoever dropped us off would wait for us, but eventually we started borrowing trucks from my dad's landscaping company on the property. A few times when we didn't have money or a truck or a friend with a car we ended up walking home. Note that train tracks are often a shorter straight line than surface streets.

I didn't know how to drive and I don't remember Tim driving before he got his license. We had these friends named Eric and James - I think they were twins - that would drive the trucks. Sometimes we would go to late parties or music shows, but sometimes we would just joyride (or both).

We also used to go to a lot of live local shows. I especially remember the Phoenix theater in Petaluma, the River theater in Guerneville, and the Cotati Cabaret. Sometimes small shows would be at people's houses.

One of the bands I remember seeing frequently was Primus, before they got famous. I was really surprised when I got to college and people from other counties knew who they were, but they were relatively well-known within a few years of that. Another band I really liked back then was Victim's Family. I particularly remember them having a great show with NoMeansNo at the River Theater. I also saw Operation Ivy a few times, which is a great live show. There was a guy Mike in Petaluma that was in a band named Coffee and Donuts (a disrespectful police reference) that would have parties at his house sometimes. In addition to these punk bands, there were also reggae shows. I remember seeing one band named Strictly Roots several times, though I'm not sure it was always the same band. Before rap really took off, Strictly Roots did a show with some incredible guys from the Carribean named Raggamufin Posse, which I haven't been able to track down. I've probably forgotten several bands.

The group and Great Oak never really taught us much about drugs. What we heard from the media, especially after the Reagans' war on drugs started, was generally that they were dangerous. By this time we had a pretty good idea of what alcohol and weed could do, but I was afraid of harder drugs, and in fact I've never injected anything. I thought that LSD would cause a person to go insane.

McCewen, smoking, jUdy's cigarettes

When Tim asked me if I would like to take acid, I didn't know what it was, so we did it. When I later realized that it was LSD, I got kind of scared. This may have set up a pattern of me being somewhat paranoid whenever I did LSD, which we did a lot - I estimate at least one hundred times in high school. Some of the LSD was bad, and it was often tainted with speed. Everyone was worried about it being laced with strychnine, which is often used as a rat poison. Of course, some of the LSD was great or I wouldn't have done it so much.

I don't know if it was freshman or sophomore year, but at school one time, a kid that didn't know anything about LSD asked if he could get some from me. I literally cut up monopoly money and sold that to him. He couldn't prove it, and never did anything other than defriend me, but I know that he suspected that I had conned him.

One night, James and I had borrowed a light truck from my dad's company, I think the 1980 Toyota longbed put possibly the 1984 Mazda B2000 Sundowner. I don't remember if I took mushrooms or LSD or what that night, but I was pretty messed up. I think we were driving back from Santa Rosa towards my house in the rain, as fast as James could go (for fun), but he didn't turn on Adobe Road to head towards my house. Instead, he went through Penngrove and lost control around the turn in front of the traffic light. Immediately there was a sherriff's car behind us with it's lights on to pull us over.

Since James was driving, they took him out of the car first, and I couldn't hear their conversation, though I watched what I could through the rearview mirror. As we were in a stolen car, I thought they were handcuffing him when he ran back to the cab of the truck, jumped in, and drove off without any explanation. Immediately the cops were behind us again with their lights on, but they just passed us. There had been an accident on the freeway ahead and they were the closest emergency vehicles on duty. They had told him to take the truck back to myThere weren't a lot of deaths in the group in the early days. I don't remember any adults dying. There were two older kids that died, and I had connections to each of them. One of them was Will, who was the son of Bob, and the older brother of Ted. Bob was the guy that had built or architected my parents' houses, the one in Balinas for my real parents, and then the houses that I lived in during high school. Will had ridden his motorcycle in the back of that property, and he ended up dying on a motorcycle somewhere in Sonoma at maybe age 17 or 18. I don't remember how old I was, but I think I was in high school Bob actually also died, maybe a few years before that. He was a bit older than most of the other adults, if I remember correctly - old enough to have served in the Korean war instead of Vietnam. He died in the hospital after a blood clot traveled from his leg to his heart or something. And then also, my mom's sister's son from her first husband died, also when I was a teenager. He was with some friends climbing Goat Rock at the mouth of the Russian River in Sonoma when he and one of them got washed into the ocean. David's body was never recovered. I attended Jewish services with his family. When his grandmother died decades later I attended a service for her near Goat Rock.. house, but we proceeded to another party.

I don't know which year a new kid entered my grade of high school. For some reason, Mike from Mississippi became my best friend. His dad worked for a big alcohol company //TODO: which?. His mom was a white woman from Panama but I'm not sure whether he ever lived there with them. They lived at Fountaingrove, which is a relatively wealthy housing community near Cardinal Newman that had some significant wildfires several years ago. Mike was definitely a bad influence on me in many ways.

One time I took too much acid and went to see the Vandals with my Mike. I think we each took at least a third of some black gel intended as six hits. Neither of us could handle going into the venue, so I missed the show and just waited around outside for whoever we had come with to save us. I remember looking through the things in my wallet for what seemed like an endless period of time. I have no idea what I was thinking, but I'm pretty sure it was paranoia - maybe I had lost something important.

Mike was really into Pink Floyd, which I somehow didn't care for much at the time - possibly because I had tripped out and got scared watching the movie The Wall. Supposedly, Mike's older brother knew the guys in the band R.E.M., and possibly even wrote something for them. This was before R.E.M. was well-known, but I knew them from the Fables of the Reconstruction album that I think McEwen had introduced to me.

Mike's mom didn't work, which made it hard to steal her car, but one time she went on a trip. We took her Cutlas joyriding around Santa Rosa. On returning to Mike's house, we were going to fast when we turned into his driveway and hit some gravel. Mike lost control, ran through a wooden fence, and hit a tree. Luckily, the car still worked. When he backed out, there was a fence stake sticking straight out of the grill. We removed that and parked the vehicle in the garage. I think I bailed. Mike later told me that he acted to his parents as if he didn't have any idea what had happened.

I was subsequently banned from Mike's house, but I would sneak in sometimes. Once, his father came to his room while I was there and I had to hide in the closet.

Mike ended up with a supply of liquid acid, which I think was pretty pure. I think by this time I was tired of acid and especially bad trips. Acid trips can last basically a whole day or night and sometimes time seems to move really slowly, which can be pretty unpleasant if your thoughts are not under your own control.

Tim got his driving license in sophomore year. He would drive us to school and back in the Torino, but we could also take it out at night sometimes. We were mostly smoking weed, drinking alcohol, and taking LSD, and we would literally pretend that driving was a video game. I was paranoid and always telling Tim to take it easy driving. I think there was one time that a helicopter followed our vehicle with its spotlight on.

One day, Tim had taken acid at school. On the way home, he crashed the Torino into someone's front yard, not far from Dawn's house. That year, Tim got expelled from Cardinal Newman, I think for getting caught drinking alcohol or smoking weed on campus. He had to go to St. Vincent's in Petaluma, which sucked for both of us, partly because I had to go back to carpooling. Tim came back to Newman for his junior year, when I was a sophomore.

Around this time, we stopped going to Dawn's house. There was a road with no houses that went into the mountains near the school which we referred to as "the hill". The bad kids from the school would go there and smoke and hackeysack and such after school most days. This tradition must have lasted for at least a couple of years because I remember going there when I had my truck. Actually, I even have a picture of it that the Mike from Great Oak took. In addition to my step-sister Sierra and a Jessica from my class, Mike was one of the only groupers in my grade at Newman. Tim thinks that the small number of groupers to attend her preferred school that year was due to Anne losing her grip on the group. I think the commute and the cost of tuition may also have been a factor, but the group was certainly starting to unravel, though the lower school survived for a surprising number of years afterwards. Adrian ended up going to Marin Academy instead of Newman.

One night, probably when I was a junior in high school, we were up at Fountaingrove, I think partying at a house that was under construction. As we were driving down the mountain, Tim, Joe, and I were all in the front seat of the Torino, with none of us wearing seat belts. Joe had started Great Oak in my grade but early on had been pushed forward one year by Anne into Tim's class. Anne seemed to randomly prefer certain children and do things like that. I think Joe lived in Santa Rosa but I don't remember whether he went to Newman. Anyway, I think we were going between fifty and seventy miles per hour when Tim lost control and hit a huge metal light pole. If we had been four inches to the right, the car probably would have stopped and we would have been thrown through the front window, but luckily we bounced off. I think the car was totaled. Later, my dad got a white Bronco and Tim got access to his old red Cherokee Chief, but he ended up crashing that as well. Whether it was totaled or not, we never got it back, and I think that was Tim's last car from my parents.

//TODO: Subaru Almost Accident

Surprisingly, there weren't many deaths in the group in the early days, though there have been many more recently as the adults have aged. I already mentioned that one of my friend Andy's sisters died of cancer at a relatively young age.

There were two older kids that died, and I had connections to each of them. One was Will, who was the son of Bob, the guy that had built or architected my parents' house in Balinas and my family's house in Petaluma where I lived in during high school.

Will had ridden his motorcycle in the back of that property. He ended up dying on a motorcycle while riding on roads somewhere in Sonoma at maybe age 17 or 18. As is common, someone turned left in front of him.

Bob had actually died some time before that. He was a bit older than most of the other adults in the group - old enough to have served in the Korean war rather than in Vietnam. He died in the hospital after a blood clot traveled from his leg to his heart or something. I don't remember any other adults dying.

I think Anne might have pressured my dad to buy Bob's Petaluma house to support his family after his death. That house was great, with a large construction yard for my dad's business. It seemed way too big and expensive for my family and eventually we couldn't afford it.

Judy's sister's son from her first husband died, also when I was a teenager. He was with some friends climbing Goat Rock at the mouth of the Russian River in Sonoma when he and one one other got washed into the ocean. David's body was never recovered. I attended Jewish services with his family. When his grandmother died decades later I attended a service for her near Goat Rock.

1988 - 15 Years Old - 11th Grade/Junior Year of High School

In April of 1998, I turned 15 years old and entered eleventh grade, junior year of high school.

One time, probably while I was staying with Bry for some reason, we met up Bry, and I think Stephen or Mark from my class near Sonoma Valley Hospital. As was apparently a bit of a habit for these guys that still lived in Sonoma, we went running up a dry creek bed naked. Climbing a waterfall along the way, some rocks came loose and a large one landed on my thigh, creating a large gash that probalby deserved stitches. We continued to the reservoir, which we swam accross and back.

I think that year I dated a girl named Marie for several weeks, but we never had sex. Note that Marie is my real mother's actual name, though everyone called her Re. I would go to Marie's house and we would walk to a school nearby and make out. We would also walk to a road bridge over a stream that was dry for much of the year. For unknown reasons, we decorated the concrete support walls under the bridge with newspaper clippings. I remember putting up stories specifically about Oliver North.

I think that some time in the previous year, Tim (and possibly MacEwen?) had moved into a room above my father's office in the barn. There were rafters in his room and we used to hang from them to get the blood to flow to our heads, which supposedly increased the high. One day we got some weed that seemed pretty crappy, but must have been laced with something - possibly PCP (angel dust), because Tim and I both felt and acted very weird for a few hours. There was construction happening in the barn and we climbed around on the scaffolding in the dark. Immediately afterwards we both knew that we were lucky that neither of us had gotten seriously injured.

Some time later, I think that Sierra and I moved into a room above the garage, but I think Sierra was basically living at her father's by this time. As the barn and garage were separate structures from the house, Tim and I had plenty of privacy.

Several years later, after my parents had moved to Cotati (which was near Marie's house) and I had started a relationship with Shannon, I returned to the culvert to spraypaint a long message about how much I loved her. When I showed it to her, she was not impressed, partly because it was in a place where nobody would ever see it, but also because I had used her full legal name. I've returned since then and the evidence is all basically gone.

I think that just before the end of 1988 and possibly over the new yearThere weren't a lot of deaths in the group in the early days. I don't remember any adults dying. There were two older kids that died, and I had connections to each of them. One of them was Will, who was the son of Bob, and the older brother of Ted. Bob was the guy that had built or architected my parents' houses, the one in Balinas for my real parents, and then the houses that I lived in during high school. Will had ridden his motorcycle in the back of that property, and he ended up dying on a motorcycle somewhere in Sonoma at maybe age 17 or 18. I don't remember how old I was, but I think I was in high school Bob actually also died, maybe a few years before that. He was a bit older than most of the other adults, if I remember correctly - old enough to have served in the Korean war instead of Vietnam. He died in the hospital after a blood clot traveled from his leg to his heart or something. And then also, my mom's sister's son from her first husband died, also when I was a teenager. He was with some friends climbing Goat Rock at the mouth of the Russian River in Sonoma when he and one of them got washed into the ocean. David's body was never recovered. I attended Jewish services with his family. When his grandmother died decades later I attended a service for her near Goat Rock.. or starting the next year, I had a relationship with a girl named Karen. In my French class at Ursuline, she made it clear that she had a crush on me, but it was really more like an infatuation. She made it clear that she was on birth control pills and wanted me to take her virginity. She had a thin body and wasn't unattractive, but hair is important to me on women, and I didn't like her big head of dark hair.

I don't remember the details, but I somewhat grudgingly started seeing Karen. I remember that her breath tasted like milk. I remember being really frustrated that she wanted to talk on the phone. I don't remember doing anything together, but she had a car and maybe drove me home sometimes.

One time I snuck her into my room above the garage, I think during the day, and we had sex. I wasn't very aroused, and I wasn't even sure that I penetrated her, but being so inexperienced, I finished in about a microsecond. She later told me that she thought I had broken her hymen. I broke up with her out of a lack of interest and a bit of boredom and frustration. I still expected to find "the one" and I was pretty certain that she was not it.

I think my dad knew she was there, and had told me that I couldn't be alone with girls in my room, but he was unable to prove anything and I never got into any trouble for it. Somehow I got the impression that she became kind of slutty afterwards.

Almost two decades later, though I never really did facebook, I created an account for testing because I worked in the technology industry. Somehow, Karen found me, and I learned that she lived in Portland. I think she worked as something like an aerobics instructor.

I was with a few other girls in high school, but nothing serious. It seems like some girls have always been strongly drawn to me for some reason. There was a girl named Shay in a class below mine, with a brother in a class above mine, that took me to a turnabout dance - where the girl asks the boy to the dance. We ended up kissing, and I actually really liked her, but I think I was shy and maybe embarrassed around or even afraid of girls. I don't think we broke up - I think we just never started dating.

I remember going to another dance with a girl, I think named Heather. She had previously gone out with Bry. One time I had walked into Bry's house and heard him having sex with some girl that was making a lot of noise, but I don't think this was the same girl. Bry took some other girl to that dance, and everyone met in the forest somewhere to camp for the night. I think Bry ended up with Heather, so I threw Heather's keys into a tree.

1989 - 16 Years Old - 12th Grade/Senior Year of High School

In April of 1989, I turned 16 years old. That fall I started my senior year of high school and Tim went to Santa Cruz for college. This was really the first time that I felt all alone in the world, as Tim had always been around to watch out for me (and to get me into plenty of trouble as well).

I think I took another girl to the prom this year. She had not been in the school when I was a freshman. I liked her, but she was kindof big, and I didn't want to be seen with a big girl, so we never got together. I hope I'm less shallow now.

Now I can't remember if Tim moved in with me, but my room above the garage was decorated with posters that seemed his style, as well as flyers from lots of shows that we had attended. One day, Tim had a bad acid trip and destroyed the room, tearing things off the walls and tripping out about the stereo, repeating "Press Play" and other nonsensical things. I thought that he had lost it and told my dad. An ambulance arrived to care for Tim, but nothing really ever came out of it.

I don't remember exactly when in relation to other events, but while riding bikes on Old Adobe Road near our house on Jacobsen lane in Penngrove, Tim had also been hit by the mirror of an RV and went to the hospital for that.

I think Tim may also have been hit by a car while riding a bike near my maternal grandfather's house in Manchester by the Sea in Massachusettes. I don't know if it was that trip or another, but for some reason, my step-sister Sierra also went to that house once, though she had no relationship to my grandmother. Sierra and I took out a Boston Whaler, which is a small motorboat, and got pulled over by the harbor patrol after repeatedly racing at the "No Wake" sign and turning abruptly to splash it. Though she had plenty of money, my grandmother was somewhat upset to learn that we had raked up $2,000 in fines for things like too many gas cans and not enough life preservers.

1985 - High School Freshman Year

dan the punk kid selling fake acid

john wanted to fight jeremy, the mercedes, the river house, mexican weed car accidents dad catching me with weed first weed experience - thanksgiving? jerry in Sonoma - bonzais //TODO: graduation sleep drive //TODO: graduation party

Over one summer, I took a typing class at the Rancho Cotati public high school and used one of those classic IBM electric typewriters that has a ball. Probably by the end of that class, I was close to being able to touch type at about 60 words per minute with few errors and without looking at the keyboard much.

I worked on the landscape maintenance crew at Gardens West every summer during high school.

I started driving illegally before I got my driving permit, and I never put in many hours of practice with my dad. I failed my driving test the first time for some minor infraction (not looking over my shoulder when merging into a turn lane), but passed the second time. I inherited a white 1980 Toyota longbed truck from my dad's landsaping company. It had basically been used as a dumpster for years, so it looked and smelled terrible, but I loved it. I had three small accidents in the first year but nobody ever reported any of them.

In 1990, the summer after high school, I worked seven day a week: five at my father's landscaping company and two at a gas station, which was the first job I ever really found by myself. By this time, I had moved from landscape maintenance (the easy part) to landscape construction (the hard part, including demolition of previous landscapes). I remember injuring my wrist by trying to move a large boulder. The doctor suggested that I had arthritis. I remember another project where we had to paint the mortar around the rock patio surrounding a swimming pool with lamplac because the owner had requested black mortar and my dad had somehow made an error.

My brother worked at a gas station across the street. I remember his gas station was promoting some movie that summer, possibly Top Gun or some car movie.

My gas station was not very busy. I was seventeen years old, but I generally worked alone. At some point, my boss (Pete) introduced me to Buffalo hot wings from Henny Penny's restaurant down the street. I found these to be amazing. I also found a porno mag at work, which I have to admit that I used at least once. One time, Pete told me that someone had done something suspicious in the bathroom and asked me to check. In the trash can, I found ziplock bags containing dead pheasants. One of my coworkers had a Toyota Supra that was basically the coolest car I'd even seen. He was a bit older than me and we never had much of a relationship. One time, a guy came in and told me that he knew Pete and got me to cash a $150 check for him, which turned out to be fraud. Surprisingly, Pete wasn't very angry about that, and I didn't lose the job. Another time, a couple came in wondering why their brand new car was leaking fluids. I had to explain that it was condensation from the air conditioner. That was relatively rare technology in 1990, I guess.

I seem to remember spending my spare time mostly smoking bonghits, specifically using shake from weed that Ben had grown. Other than oxygen deprivation, I don't think this caused any high. One night I got pulled over, I think for intentionally running a red light. I think my friend Andy and possibly Tim were in the truck with me. The cop found the bong and made me break it. He didn't find the pipe and weed that were under the dashmat. I got a ticket for something like minor transporting alcohol. I don't remember if I went to court but I assume that I had to pay a fine. My license may have been revoked, but it didn't really matter because I didn't take my truck to college.

One time I found a porno mag in the office at the gas station and whacked off at work.

One time I whacked off in a urinal at the restaurant where I worked summers during college.

Mike - smoking to make nitrous oxide, niacin for high, vandals show french at SCDS - poem 7th grade shutdown great oak - I don't think Great Oak never had any transcripts or other records of our attendance, which might have factored into the schools decision to close 7th and eigth grades.

mike - pantsing - dexter - did he go to newman? His brother?

heather? College short hair girl

worked gor gardens west every summer from age 11?

1989

After working at Gardens West for the summer, I started senior year of high school in the fall of 1989 at the age of 16.

I think it was this year that my family moved to a rental house on Sturtevant Drive near Sonoma State University in Cotati. Another grouper family moved in with us. They had a boy named John who was a grade below me and three girls: Emily (Em) from my grade, Anne (who I think had been in Adrian's grade and may have been named after Anne Haas), and I believe Charlie, who was younger.

Anne was very attractive and had a great figure from practicing Scottish Highlands dancing constantly, but was too young for me to show any interest. Emily and I were good friends and even shared a room. Their parents, Robert and Martha, lived in an area of the livig room that had been converted to a bedroom. All of the children lived in bedrooms upstairs. My father lived in a the master bedroom downstairs. Possibly arranged by Anne Haas due to problems in my parents' marriage, Judy lived in a converted garage in Sonoma at the house of Andy from my grade.

got caught smoking weed with them dad caught me smoking weed practicing driving tim's scooter angelique

my truck and stereo

I think that later this year, my parents bought a house on School Street in Cotati and moved back in together.

1989 - My Senior Year of High School

After working at Gardens West for the summer, I started senior year of high school in the fall of 1989 at the age of 16.

got caught smoking weed with them dad caught me smoking weed practicing driving tim's scooter angelique

my truck and stereo

I think that later this year, my parents bought a house on School Street in Cotati and moved back in together.

sold jacobsen and moved to sturtevant