The Beginnings - Part 42: OPEN ARMS

When he understands that he is swimming, that is ALL he understands. He doesn’t know who he is, why he is there, or how he got there. He has no history and no future; he is just a consciousness at night in the middle of the sea.
-Sebastian Junger
THE PERFECT STORM

THE BEGINNINGS - Part 42:  OPEN ARMS

June 17, 1983

Frank and I awoke rather early (9AM) and cruised over to Valencia, CA to see about getting in to the MAGIC MOUNTAIN Amusement Park. Frank was overly excited about this day at the amusement park. Frank had been there before.
“I can’t believe how much it’s changed since the last time I was here,” Frank revealed.

We had fun on the amusement park rides. The Colossus and the Log Ride were my personal favorites. The Freefall ride was fun, too. Frank pissed me off because he didn’t want to ride the SPIN OUT ride. He’s such a ‘puss’ sometimes. That’s what I hate about him. Whenever he would get on my nerves I would let him know how I felt. I’d tell him like it is, being critical of his actions. He would, of course, remain silent for long periods of time. The ‘all of a sudden’ his mood would change and he’d start flirting aloud and smacking kisses to random chicks that walked by at the amusement park.

We met Lisa, Linda and Denise. These three girls were very pretty (quite cute). Frank and I were yearning for Denise in particular. She was spectacular in looks (despite her big ass). I took pictures with her as did Frank. They played on to us and were flirtatious right back.

The Rock and Roll music was good at MAGIC MOUNTAIN that night. We didn’t really dance though. We decided to go for more rides and just have fun.

I almost bought an ARTISTIC T-Shirt. They couldn’t do an exact replica of what I wanted, so I passed on it.
I said, “Later.”
I just cancelled my order.  It was a bitch. We had to wait and it seemed like a waste of time.

We left MAGIC MOUNTAIN by 11PM and decided to stay at a random place in Gorman, California called the CARAVAN MOTEL. It is a town that is situated in-between Los Angeles and Bakersfield. It was funny how we were in bed together and our spats from earlier in the day were totally forgotten.

dsWe realized how much we liked each other. We just wanted to lie close to each other. It was just like that tune by the rock band JOURNEY called OPEN ARMS.

“You cannot force love where there is none.”
-as heard in the 2002 TV series
THE FORSYTE SAGA