Thursday, July 4th, 2019 - Independence Day, Family Cook-Out
"1971 was quite the magical year for anyone growing up in Los Angeles. Elton John and Led Zepplin exploded onto the scene and Diamonds are Forever as well as Fiddler on the Roof came out. and But that wasn't all that made this place that more magical, in fact it was specifically because of magic that the City of Angels literally became the City of Angels."
No-one really remembers how magic got here, but almost everyone was slinging spells trying to be the hottest dude in the joint. But when the Man stepped in, everything became less chaotic than before. It's still chaotic even now, but there aren't doofuses blowing up cars every five minutes.
But you're not here to hear about the history of magic in this cool-city. You're here to hear about a story about me and a dear friend of mines, he's over there, surviving the turbulent times of history while trying to ace High School. So I guess we'll start with Freshman Year, the year that me and Jin first met and really learned how High School worked.
Tuesday, August 20th, 1971 - First Semester
[BGM: Joy to the World - Three Dog Night]
Waking up to the sound of a buzzard going off, and the sound of a very angry Japanese mother yelling from downstairs, Jeremiah groaned as he rolled out of bed. He fell to the floor, sat up, and looked at the time. His eye widened at the time as it said, "7:30." He knew that his mother was going to be pissed, and so to minimized the damage from this hurricane, he got to work getting his clothes and school supplies.
And when he got them together, and was significantly dressed, his father stepped in. "Boy if you ain't dress--oh, you are. Get yo ass downstairs! I ain't raisin' no stoner!"
Jeremiah fervently nodded as he slipped pass his father and jogged down the stairs to the kitchen where he took his piece of toast and made sure he had everything.
His mother, who looked none too pleased by his lateness, spoke to him in a thick Japanese accent. "Do you have everything??"
He nodded with the same amount of pseudo-enthusiasm.
"Good. Your father will drive you to school."
He nodded once more, as he slowly made his way towards the door.
"Boy I know you ain't tryin to slink off before we take this picture!"
Jeremiah froze, and gave a soft groan.
His father pulled him over to the stairs, and took a picture with a Polaroid camera. "Now let's get goin boy." He ruffles Jeremiah's hair as he steps out into the august sun.
Jeremiah sighed, waved goodbye to his mother, and followed his father out.
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