Thick as Thieves

I'm not sure how the Infamous Miss Bunny ended up here, I can't imagine myself back then; with my entourage, walking along the cracked sidewalks of Ocean Beach.

I'll claim the life I always wanted while I'm here, living in an 80's highschool movie (I feel like Molly Ringwald).

I'll live with the knowledge that I'm a fake.

I feel like I've heard this all before, once upon a living nightmare....

This small town is interesting, the choir teacher is a spaz, I hate weight training, and I met a cute boy from Oklahoma.
The thing is I miss the cool sand between my toes as I'm watching the night sky.
I miss the hippies that play guitar on the wall.
I miss driving through Sunset Cliffs, and crashing peoples houses.
Walking the steep Point Loma hills high.
I miss the salty air, and the palm trees, the cloudless blue sky.
I miss doing bong loads on Satan's bed, and light shows, and the way I used to catch him staring at me.
I miss the Nature Preserve (all my spots are totally sketch now)
I miss pot brownies and drinking in Catwoman's sauna.
I miss school, and boys, and all my amazing friends.
I miss teaching Freshmen how to hit a pipe, and smoking out after school.
I miss my Gay Boy, and dancing in the street.
I miss our recklessness, and not giving a shit.
I miss my own craziness, and how I used to flirt when I was bored.
Like waltzing in the parking lot of The Jester's townhouse at one o'clock in the morning, or that joke about me always stripping in public.
I miss Kitty and our X-Men fanfiction....
I miss being a free spirit and living in the moment.
Walking across oncoming traffic, kissing by the koi pond, Cotija's, The Library, The Donut Shop, Voltaire St.
Those days when we couldn't even walk straight, scandalous and risque behaviour.....

Singing, skipping, nerdiness, silliness, weird things that we all decided to do.

Strip Black Jack, sitting on people's laps, nights full of freedom and afternoons full of sunshine.

I miss ditching sixth period to see Satan, and all of everyone's inside jokes.

The Pier, Lighthouse Ice Cream, The Java Hut, 91X, loitering.....

Oh, we used to loiter a lot, haha.

San Diego Harbor, Downtown, The Stumps parking lot, eccentricity....

Watching the sunset, hanging out with the skaters in the morning and watching them try not to bomb Zola St.

I miss the way long hippie skirts and grass under your feet feels while you're spinning around, and flip-flops.

I want my life back, the life that I already had.....