I tend to get lost in reflection whenever I drive past areas of Los Angeles that I used to roam when my life wasn't so good and I'm grateful to whatever circumstances brought me to where I am now.
The pull of returning to my hometown of San Francisco torments me daily.For the first time in as long as I can remember,I have a job that pays ok and that I don't hate but I've grown weary of living in LA after all these years.Besides I need to find new dive bars to inhabit.Especially ones that serve Pabst in a can.
I've seen some strange shit lately,even for LA.I was amused when the religious zealout strolled down the avenue bearing a homemade sign that read "God turns his back on the sin of abortion".What I found entertaining was when he stopped in front of Starbucks,he stood there so all could see his sign and after he waited about 10 or 20 seconds he continued on down the street.
I hadn't seen the nicotine addicted homeless old man that stalks my Starbucks for a while when he returned in fine form.The other day he kept on running in and out of the store,sometimes for a cup of water,sometimes without his shirt and sometimes for a cup of caffeine.he reminded me of the junkies in McArthur Park in between fixes.
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you have invented a radical new approach to punctuation. bravo.
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