Chapter 1
July 25,1998
four p.m.
Encinitas, California
Nicole, Tiffany, Faye, and I were all standing around the glistening voyager comparitively glancing at our pile of luggage, skateboards, helmets, sleeping bags, wigs, wiffleball bats, and then we would stare at the narrow space begind the back seat of the mini van. Something was definitely wrong with this picture. We still had 3 more people and all their stuff to pick up. We couldn't even fit all our stuff in that 1/2 ft space. We needed one of those plastic shells that you can tie onto the top of your car and fast. We didn't know what those were called so we just called it a taco. Van mentioned that her family had a taco we could use so we headed for L. A. to pick up van and her taco. When we got there we found out she didn't have a taco after all. She called around and found someone who would let us borrow their taco. We didn't get out of L.A. until 9pm. We drove all night and arrived at San Fran at 5 in the morning.
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