I remember going to the beach quite a bit at Puget Sound, Washington and being on the docks. The beaches has a lot of rocks, not the white sound types I’m used to in LA. My dad was a commercial fisherman at the time so we went out on the boats quite a bit. At least from what I heard by my mom. I remember our house didn’t have any paint just nails sticking out for some time. It must of had some sort of siding that was taken off. I don’t have any memories inside this house. Just that the garage had a door into the house into the kitchen I think. This was about the time I was Tattoo in a parade and had my first injuries. This is the house I learned to walk in.
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