Memorias Escondidas En Mi Espina Dorsal

They say the strongest sense tied to memory is a sense of smell but for me it is sound. I was lying in bed listening to Pearl Jam when Eddie Vedder struck a chord that sent me flying back years. The sensation linked my ears to my nose then flodded down my spine, a tickle, an awakening. Ahhh, there's the memory I was looking for.

I see eleven and lying on my old bed, VS spinning in my yellow cd player...then the smells came back, the subtle whiff of roach motels and sprays, the taste of rusty metal pipes on my tongue, the gummy bowl of holy water my mother kept in the fridge for 16 years...did it save us at all? Did my life begin to fall apart when the bowl was removed, and it's precious liquid heaven spilled down our clogged drains? VS was on that day as well, with the chug chug of holy water harmonizing on "Animal"

All of this was nestled deeply in the base of my spine.