Los Angeles Chronicles #1
[1] The chronicles of Los Angeles. Where is the start and where is the beggining. I first met Barry at a shack on the corner or Robertson and [X], just of the exit of Freeway 10. His wife Marilyn was not there but the present were Fong Choi, Barry, [Doug], a manequinn and a few mice. What were they there for to act. Hollywood baby! The street of Pico Boulvard was filled with Black Eyed Piece. They asked were the love was. Was it on the bus number 7 heading West to San-ta Mon-i-ca? Or was it with the driver lady taking photos of the sunset? Or a guitar man at the back sin-ing 'Education education' to a group of small brats? It was not. It was here at that shack at Robertson Boulvard. With the fish in the frame flying in the clouds. Was I d-r-e-a-m-i-n-g? No, I was the fish with a head bandana building the city. Changing the world. One frame and one mouse at the time. Welcome to L of A brother. Take a seat, enjoy the ride. The chronicles of Los Angeles are starting. Buckle up, open the roof. And change no lane cause we driiiivin'!
[2] When you cross the street you see a palm tree. A man with a guitar. Playing that late night song before the street goes to bed. Hey, get a cd. 10 dollars. My greatest hits! For-get about it. Pull out a gun, cross the street. Or don't. Put up your hand and hold them up. That's right. To the right is your white chocolate mocha. The treasure. The skarb. The left, the Thai placed you applied to. Un-sucsely. The library you wrote the begging letter so they would let you in pre-time. No, the doors are shut. You wait here. For what? For that feeling it breeze bringing the story from the far ocean. The plane taking off, the look on your face. The love. The love can't wait. Anymore. The Warszawa restaurant you are no Grata. Go back to your mama. She's got you some food, she got you some juice. TV dinner. Serial TV from the satelite dish. The Volkswagen that stands but does not drive. Anywhere. In that dark parking alley where you'll pick up the car. Your freedom. The 101. Toxic Britney. The dawn. The calm. The chill. The awakeing senses. To the love. To you!
[3] So what goes up keeps going up. Yellow trainers buy I had to by the Ross the shop. That was the dream the deviation. Hoping on the 30, jumping off the Venice. Dreaming. The balance on the account, catastrophic but Barry said all will be fine. The grove played on the radio, the screen radiated the future. And the fish kept fishing. In the dormitory, in the stories. Maybe too good too be true but we kept pushing because what other choice did we have. The dreams, changing the world with one embrace to another. And who wouldn't want to be us anyway. Sat at the library and wrote a letter. Things were not going the way that should. Was it all just the dream. Those few blocks away from what what the paradise was supposed to be?T hostel, the bus. No other place to go. Jump into the car and drive back to the desert? We just got out of that town. So the choice was one. To keep going. To take walks. To inhale the breeze. To take a photo of the sunset. To step back to the past and find the clues into the future. To live.
[4] And respect the sun on the pavement. Let's start with Barry. Doesn't pay on time then when I call he makes it as if it was my fault for bothering him. That is only if he picks up the phone. It's also my fault because I really don't want to / I really can't find another restaurant job. Amy is all right. She cooks me a dinner and she cleans up my room. She does make me carry my laundry two blocks down the street even tho she has a laundry machine in the back of the building. Plus she makes me close my blinds so no one can look into my room from the street (as if I care). Plus she smokes a lot so all my clothes smell of cigarettes but that somehow I don't really care so much about. Then there's David who yes, picks me up but sometimes not really on the weekends. And then there's that bitch at from Urban Outfitters who just threw my card away when it bounced. Just when I was shopping for my date with a guy who told me to smile. So yes, it's all nice but not perfect either.
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