Tacoma, Washington

My trip to Tacoma, Washington in the summer of '97 as an adolescence was an exciting one. I smoked ganja and drank with some old cats up there (Tacoma Boyz, Original Lazy Boys), surpisingly enough, that was when I was introduced. When cargo pants were the thing down in So Cal, it was outdated by Tacoma's standard. Long hair, down to the back was in style while shortly after, So Cal caught on and a few including myself grew it out. It was clear the interracial dating brought the first I've witnessed a couple of Afro-Asian American babies. My attention to environment wasn't clear at the time, but I enjoyed my stay by taking in on the moment.