Random Scrap:
It was a movie called Vincent that I watched when I decided to choose Berkeley. A young boy who dreamed of becoming an astronuat. I traded one dream for another, a bigger one. After leaving the 2nd street cinema I took the Blue Bus to Westwood. It was already dark when I got to the campus. The same place visited with Akira on our first trip to Los Angeles on that autumn October afternoon when the sun was slowly getting ready to set. I walked around the buildings and touched the walls as to apologise for the choice I had made. This was the place I dreamed of when picking up my high school diploma. The same place I was trying to project my body to. I had come here with Ranier to take a photo in front of the Bruin and with Diego when we sat in front of the library and he would tell me about the zombies walking around the ground ahead of the final exams. I came here with Thansamay in those days when Reagan died, when he pulled down my trousers and tore them down. The red brick buildings I was not going to attend.