in college i had hippie friends and newspaper friends

blue house

we lived just a few blocks from the beach.

id never been so poor and yet so rich.

for two years the center of the hippie circle was The Blue House

a home that was found when skateboarding Chris and Jesus Rob met two beautiful co-eds at a grateful dead show in berkley, began dating and decided to live with each other.

the boys had lived in skatepunk squalor the year before and the girls magically found the perfectly quaint and funky two bedroom one bathroom house whose doors were rarely locked and whose back yard and front porch were rarely without good vibes sweet smiles food drink and unmentionables.

fine, i’ll mention it: love.

i have weird day dreams of moving back to isla vista some day.

usually i think of getting an oceanside dp cliff top house with a tree house

but today i have my eye on the blue house

whose walls could tell the most amazing stories

not to mention the easily accessible roof.