||[May. 6th, 2011|12:33 pm]
I love the smell of sunscreen. I have only good memories attached to that smell. Particularly when I was a kid during the summer and would visit my mom in whichever casino town she happened to be living in. This was pre-Indian Casino's so strictly Nevada & Northern Arizona. She always lived in a place that had a pool, which as a kid growing up in the greater middle-class P.N.W., was quite exotic to me. I remember after my mom and step dad were very first married, they lived in a shit hole motel in Bullhead City, and Leonard spent practically every waking minute in that shit hole pool, teaching me how to dive. That was awesome. That's what sunscreen smells like.