This is for the girl also known as, "Robben Banks."
Cruising with my gal-pal deb, of LA marathon fame, in her rented somethingerother, listening to old Rod Stewart, having a ball ... And the night before, at Spaceland, where we met and, in effect, created the legend of Robben Banks, (get it?)who we'd decided would be like a Bonnie and Clyde figure (or maybe they were calling me Clem? or was it Clay?). Cute, with dark mascara eyes, and punk writen all over her. And we watched free bands (one was great and the other one sucked) and drank free beer, and just generally felt free ... Beck wasn't there. But he usually is.
Then later we made out in the women's restroom.
Thank you, Spaceland.
Then up this morning at the crack of dawn, caught tha train to Santa Barbara. Cruising along the beach in the early morn, watching the surf from my train window, thinking, "Aww, this really ain't so bad ..."
-Todd
Posted by calico at February 17, 2004 12:11 PM