A thought out of nowhere took me back.
OCO. The OC Supertones. Laurel Higbee. God was that even their name? It was so long ago. 8th grade. Googled it, OC Super…tones. Yest it was! I can’t believe I remembered that. Ska. 3-piece-suit. Essence of Nard. LOL. what memories. What a traumatic time in my life. Molestation. Echos of rape. Abuse. Hate. Hope. Clutching at straws… I didn’t know how traumatized I was then. Resiliency research seeks to explain… but now the thought of then shakes me up… and amidst the swirling fears moments of religious exploration and loves sought and loves lost. And making do and scraping by and making a statement. I think that’s why I wanted to re-know Nick so much. A good connection to a bad but desperate time that I’ve left but can’t lose. That and I was in love with him. But what did I know about love?... he was right. And I was right. And now I’m nothing to resemble then, but have the stories still. And them I wish to tell.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_O.C._Supertones
