My darling Amber. Amber was the color of my energy. It was also the color of my long and luscious hair. It was also the scent of my 1995 Nissan Altima (Amber Romance fragrance mist from Victoria's Secret).
Summer time meant drives to Santa Monica, walks along Venice Beach, smoking clove cigarettes, and shopping for bongs. Traffic was a bitch, parking was terrible...but nothing could stop me from living my reggae-surf-ska-inspired self from getting to the salt air as often as I could.
Amber instantly takes me back to this moment of freedom. Freedom of worry or stress. Freedom of consequence. Sure, I looked like a dirty hippy, but you know what...who cares?
Hakuna Matata brosephs.