(I was thinking of "Paradise City" by Guns and Roses.)

The lockers caught my eyes because they had character. They are rusted and faded from exposure to the harsh elements of nature, if one could call the elements of nature in sunny Los Angeles harsh. The gray ones were the ones I used. I've never seen blue lockers until now. They even designated ones for handicapped people. That's so P.C..

Seeing them brought me back to my high school days, when between classes I always made a visit to my locker, that I shared with my best friend, Tina. It wasn't that there weren't enough lockers to go around. We just enjoyed seeing each other and catching up on the latest gossip and problems in our lives. I miss Tina.