Not since I was protected in my amniotic play pool and entered the air breathing world have I lived in a real "city." Just about everything has been unpacked from the move from Orange County into Los Angeles County.
Cities have more sadness. I see many people walking aimlessly on the sidewalks and indiscriminately into the streets. (Sometimes just walking down the middle of the street) I can walk to the downtown area. There are police officers on foot. There is a constant sound that is the city itself. It mixes cars and bells and horns and sirens with voices and yells and screeches and music. There is a pulse. I'm trying to find where my heart beats.
Status of blood family.... unchanged. Spoke with Sarah on Sunday while in Laguna Niguel searching for a beach umbrella. Never found one. Ricky, Randy and I layed out at West Beach and while roasting..... the birds took perfect aim and nailed my back and Randy's arm with a fly by. That was just one of the many comical sights of the afternoon. A dip in the ocean cleansed both my outside and inside. A fresh bake has thickened the skin in preparation of the rest of this month.
I drove Charlie, Ricky and Randy to Akbar on Saturday. It was the first time I had ever been there to dance and the music was like nothing that plays anywhere else. So refreshing to dance to something other than hip hop or super gay pop versions of radio songs.
"Pray Your Gods..."
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Now playing on Winamp: Patti LaBell - New Attitude
via FoxyTunes
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
