Venice Beach Flashback

Mood bomb:

Wasn't watching my iTunes playlist as I was working and Primitive Radio Gods' "Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth..." came on.

This song is the strongest audio link I have to Venice Beach...it was like someone grabbed me by the throat and threw me through a decade into the street at the corner of Lincoln and Venice.

Damn.

I should never have left. The scent of night blooming jasmine. The early morning surfers on the beach. The Santa Ana Winds. Freedom. A first kiss. A wrenching goodbye. My landlady, Bess. The little convenience store with with walk-in humidor. Real friends. The Third Street Promenade.

and I gave it all up for a lie...