MJ

Was it just a coincidence? That was how she signed off on her papers at work. She also provided a lot of good mary jane. That was how we met. Both I mean. Work and grass. Needless to say, she was cool and mellow. A sparkle always shining thru her narrow eyes and a subtle grin with every spoken word.Warm yet mischievous. Not really sure what attracted her to me. Maybe it was the fact that we were both on e z street. At least that is what the company we worked for was called. Maybe it is what has drawn others to me...Greg the Goiter. Okay, thats five other stories.

So one day MAry asks me if I want to hit the beach.
"Twist my joint why dont you"
I said alright, just take me home to grab some shorts. I pointed here, turn there. Pull up here.
She pulled over in front of a house on Superior street in Northridge. I got out, ran across the street, and ducked underneath a tree (the one I was living under at the time. post eucalyptus tree era). I came back out wearing a pair of red and white tie dye baggies. She didn't bat an eye. Maybe Jack Hyman, a mutual friend of ours told her, but if so all the more power to her. She could have thought "this loser lives under a tree". Obviously she wasn't that type. Many times going thru Topanga canyon gettin high. Spending the nite on the beach. My home away from my home away from my home, next to my other home on the coast.

As things went in those days I would end up getting lost or found chasing grains in a sand storm. I did get lost for a couple years, and found our supervisor a little while after that.
"Hey Bob...."
"Well...."
"Sshhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee"

Man, I felt really bad. Maybe the worst I felt about how my actions impacted another. Maybe there is one worse. I guess its a tie. No one wins.

She no longer lived in her apt. It sucked.
even now, twenty years later it sucks.
I drove around a lot looking for her.
Would I have done any good? Did I do harm?
She was like me, and I'm sure she would say "chicken wing".
Like many we just cross paths. Sometimes its shallow prints in the dust soon to be blown away. Other times we are trudging thru the muck and mire together leaving lasting impressions after a good sun baked session.

Needless to say I hope she is alive and doing well. Living in Chatsworth and listening to Fleetwood Mac.

Cheers MJ