night.

At 1am the air is still warm. It smells of distant rain and the fresh blooms of cherry blossoms. There is a distinct breeze, and the street is completely quiet with nobody around at all. I stand out there, just taking it in, looking around, feeling the wind on my skin. I remember nights like this from so long ago. The hot summer nights in Arizona, running away with boys. Making out in big concrete tubes at construction sites. Riding bikes and skateboards. Crawling in and out of my bedroom window and having so many adventures. And in L.A., driving with boys into the hills to the overlooks where you can see the entire city. Drinking 40's of warm malt liquor in alleys. Cruising around with Bobby and a bunch of friends in his mom's Oldsmobile that had "GOLFETTE" on the license plate, getting punker points doing dumb stuff, with my liberty spikes smashed and bent into the roof of the car because they were so tall. Hanging out in graveyards till the sun came up. Going to the Rose Parade to camp out the night before, with my skinhead friend "Oi Dog" getting arrested for open container right after we got there, then me ending up all alone puking my guts out after eating a bad hot dog. Then in Minneapolis, walking to the gas station for donuts at 3am, or taking the bus home from downtown after a long night of dancing. Sitting in backyards with friends, getting drunk and shooting the breeze and laughing. All of these wonderful late night memories came flooding back in those few minutes I stood outside tonight. I want to create new memories like that again.