This is what every place i’ve lived in (in Santa Barbara) looked like on June 24, 2011.
Oak Avenue (bottom floor apartment):
Straight outta high school with HS sweetheart Sherry, my first attempt at adulthood.
The Sunshine Inn, 716 De La Vina (a hippie house with five or six other freaks):
We fixed it up & painted it; it looked much better in 1989. Best house i’ve ever lived in; i grew into myself here. Adulthood be hanged.
The Haley Street house, 920 East, with Ariel & Walter. Three young shining souls in a studio flat:
This is still written in cement out front:
Bath Street ~ another hippie house, had a sign over the door that said “The Mother Ship”. I was most prolific & wrote my best poetry here:
I started in a walk-in-closet-sized room behind the kitchen, then moved to a 2nd floor corner bedroom before moving to Paris.
When i lived in my bus for six months i parked it here, in front of Alice Keck Park:
No neighbors, no noise, ducks outside my window. I loved it so much.
Calle Fresno in San Roque, Rachel’s house. She built a loft studio in the back, and i was the first person to ever live in it:
I was glad to get out of my bus but, ultimately, i couldn’t afford it.
Valerio Street, a huge nice house full of grad students. Selena gave me her room:
I had a crush on the proverbial “Girl Next Door”, Margaret. I could see her bedroom through my window, and we’d wave to each-other at night, but nothing ever came of it.
506 East Sola, with Fooks and Cody. We started our first garage band in the… well, in the garage:
The last time (and the LAST TIME) i ever had roommates.
My place now, at Park East:
Which i love Love LOVE. It’s all mine, and so many wonderful things have happened here and more to come…