every year my family goes to the beach on the fourth of july. the first time we went was the summer after sixth grade, the summer after i started becoming the person i am today. i had my old old old phone that only had a handful of songs on it - literally only fall out boy, panic! at the disco and my chemical romance. every time i hear london beckoned songs about money written my machines i still think of that day. i didn't know that two days later, my favorite band would split up and at the time, it was the end of the world.
i was twelve years old and my favorite band splitting up was literally the end of the world to me. egocentrism. i don't think my favorite band breaking up would have as much of an effect on my today. i remember the day they split. i probably read about it on myspace which makes me feel so old even though i'm still so young. that was the last summer that myspace was a thing. i think we moved to facebook that fall.
the shore was covered with dead jelly fish. it was only that year. every year that we've gone back, the sand has been clear but that year it was covered in dead jelly fish.
