SCGA
This was not so much a place as an era of my life. The year was 1995, to be specific. I was doing my usual thing with my life at that time, which was nothing. I worked a brief stint at
It was probably Tony that introduced me to SCGA (Pronounced SKAY-GA). It was a little shop front in
The funny thing, as I look back, is that I never actually became a member. I just hung out there. More to the point, I hung out in front of there. There was no smoking allowed inside, so you had to go outside onto the balcony. I didn’t smoke, but everybody else did. Everybody. The shop was only open until
As one could imagine, the place was packed with drama. When you have that many creative, imaginative people in one place, they find creative, imaginative ways to get on each others nerves. There was also a lot of cross over between here and Virtual World (Same era, but that will get it’s own entry).
I didn’t get to spend as much time at SCGA as I would have liked (I had no car, I was always in rehearsal). They moved locations at least 2 times I can remember (all in the same strip mall). Each time, it lost a little of the same magic, until finally it closed up. Apparently, you can’t make money just being a hangout. If he had had an underage liquor license, the place would probably still be open today.
The place was magical to me. It was the first time I had made friends outside of my close High School circle. I was liked for just being me. There are a lot of stories. Game stories. Real life stories. Even a Love Story. But that is for another time…
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