Like a lot of other kids growing up in the 90’s I came from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was pretty young and I ended up living with my dad whose health was rapidly declining. To sum it up I was just another lost youth in America. We ended up moving to a beach town in southern San Diego called Imperial Beach. At the time I was really into Magic the Gathering and Dungeons and Dragons. It was my escape from everything going on at the time. One day in 1996, I was handed a cassette that would impact the rest of my life. Joe and Daniel, some punk kids I associated with at our lunch table of outcast and misfits handed it to me and told me to check it out. Punk O Rama, a compilation of the bands on Epitaph Records at the time. I distinctly remember the bright green design with red font naming all these bands I never heard of before. I put the tape in the cassette player at home and was instantly blown away. It wasn’t like anything I had heard before. It was fast, aggressive, a

A Short (Mostly True) Story by Jorge’s brother The following account is true…mostly.  As the years have passed the mist over my memory gets thicker.  The further back I go the mist turns to haze and that haze then turns to fog. But the parts that are important-the parts that I hope will affect you in some way, well…those parts are true. If you lived in Chula Vista before 2006 there is a good chance that you know about The Vogue Theatre.  If you grew up in Chula Vista in the 80’s, as I did, then there’s an excellent chance that you saw a movie there.  The Vogue Theatre was built in 1945 and by the time I was introduced to this venerable building it was already run down.  The seats were uncomfortable (with many missing the arm rest), the floor was sticky and there was that old musty smell. It only got worse by the time it closed down unable to keep up with the new multiplexes.  But there is something about watching a movie in an old school theatre. And I saw many a movie at The

Sometime in the summer of 2012 my grandma asked me to go to the grocery store, Seafood City in Chula Vista on 3rd. She wanted to make sandwiches, but wanted fresh bread. She asked me to bring back a dozen birotes, so I said okay. I got into my car, took 4th to Palomar, and Palomar to 3rd, then pulled into the parking lot. I got out of my car in the mid 80 degree weather, wearing an outfit I rarely strayed from: black pants, a Hanes v neck t shirt, and a red beanie, like a cartoon character that never changes. I walked into the grocery and immediately was hit with AC and the odors of your typical store ranging from fish, to sweet cakes, produce, and various meats all mixed into one large potpourri of fragrances. The bakery was to the right as I walked into the grocery. Walking up to the baker I looked at all the cakes, and looked at the breads, then looked at the cashier and all the bakers. I remember the smells and smiling as I walked up to the counter. I looked at the cashier and

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