“So where was I? Ahh yes, the first time I realized I was in love with Mike Moore. It was about a year after our first encounter. Our friendship circle had intertwined and most of the hang outs were at Mike’s house. I loved going to at Mike’s house. It was soooo clean! The man even had green house plants. In truth, I thought he might be playing for the other team but then again, I had been known to be off target on this before. So these early hangouts generally included a huge group of bike shop folks, and a trip to the Giant Dipper on 50 cent night (not to be confused with 50, the rap artist who would later debut his first album, Get Rich or Die Tryin’ released in 2003) at the Board Walk. I would later learn that Mike absolutely hates crowded amusement parks, but I would like to believe that he went along with it in the early days because he simply could not resist spending time with me!
During this time period, I was taking classes at Cabrillo College and for context let me say that I had to take the bulk of my math classes during the summer time because I was unable to focus on this most loathed subject for an entire daunting semester. I will also add that the good lord knows I would not have passed these math classes without the tender loving care of my good friend Jen Lape (Big Ups to Lapester ) and, I’m sure, the ice cold Pacifico’s with fresh lime that so made those midsummer day study sessions bearable… but I digress. I distinctly remember driving home one afternoon in my 1982 silver hatch back Honda wagon, with Talking Heads playing in the tape deck, when without warning, I blurted aloud, “OMG (really Oh My God because this was prior to texting) I am in love with Mike Moore”! Again I repeated in disbelief, “Holy $#!+, I am in love with Mike Moore”! I really said this out loud…in my car…right before the Seacliff beach exit. I truly couldn’t believe it, but there I was…in love with Michael Sean Moore.
To be continued….”
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