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Jun. 15th, 2006 @ 05:32 am spirit quest: into eden
Current Location: Edison, New Jersey
Current Mood: unnecessarily melodramatic
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Jun. 15th, 2006 @ 06:19 am edison: a brief aside (not spirit quest related)
The night before I left Edison, Vikram and Ed drove me to Dairy Queen for shakes. Vik grew up to be tall, lanky, and very shrewd. His voice is still squeak-high, but he always speaks with New York determination and intensity, even when ordering ice cream. It's hard not to imagine him in a suit. Ed remains the snarky computer geek I used to trade viruses with in fifth grade, but there's a blue-collar composure to him now, a relaxed heaviness of the shoulders suggestive of a resting lumberjack. There was something distinctly New Jersey about the way we drank our shakes in the parking lot, standing by Vikram's car in the dark.

A conversation about how the number of used car lots is roughly proportional to how run-down a neighborhood is was interrupted by the sound of drunken screaming. We turned around and saw a girl in a tank top, probably sixteen or seventeen, bellydancing on the hood of a car as her friends--a bunch of very stereotypical-looking guys in wifebeaters and baseball caps--whooped and hollered.

I was convinced that that was New Jersey, right there, and took out my camera to take a picture. Ed wasn't so convinced, and told me to put it away before we got our asses beat.

We got lost on the way back to my aunt's house.

"Dammit, Kevin," said Vik, "your aunt and uncle's neighborhood is a fucking labyrinth. Put up a sign on your door or something."

"Are you kidding?" I said. "The homeowner's association here are frickin' Nazis."

"Put up a swastika, then," Vik suggested.

I love those guys.
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