Having taking many road trips to Vegas since the 70s, Barstow is usually one of our stops..If not, then Baker..Good memories from these stock photos..
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yep, that's the high desert I once lived and went to barstow high during the second half of my jr year. I was doing fine with the 1st half of my jr here in Stockton cali but the moved by my dad forces me out of my comfort zone.
Saying good bye to friends were the hardest thing for me to bear. Plus seeing my high school crush for the last time without telling her how much she made me wanted to wake up for class just to see her again.
That barstow city at the time had 1 of everything. 1 movie, 1 drive in that closed, one mcdees, one of everything pretty much. We were living in a motel that turned into an apartment complex, basic and dirty like one of them drifter movie where killers and strays would stop by to spend the night. My weights and bench were outside the front door and I would get this manager lady be walking in her tight tight shorts just to try to entices me to look at her. I don't mind though. She was young enough to look at. Her ex husband on the other hand would come to me to get some juicy info about who she been seeing. It was a weird way of growing up. My only friend was cowboy joe who lives further away but we would meet up at another adult school for the drop outs and bad students and I would teaches him how to play basketball. I would constantly walk along a 2 lane highway, walking in 100+ heat, once again, no shirt on with just shorts and would walk for miles like I'm a dirty redneck kid who parents are probably hippies and staying in some make shift trailer trash park.
The only thing that kept me azn was the weekend. My dad would drive 2 hours to the OC where he would pick up azn inventories and we frequently crashes other people's wedding just to eat their free food and run.
Like I said, bad memories to how I was raised in the 6 months that I was there. I still go through town on my way to vegas if driving just to see any changes if any.