“The Overpass and the secrets that it held.... 

I shared the bathroom with a married couple. The guy was gentleman enough to let myself and his wife pee first, while he faced the opposite wall.

The guy who bought the place repeatedly told me he that he did. "That's nice" I said nonchalantly & unimpressed, as I looked over to where you were standing in the crowd, absorbing the attention from a couple of goth girls touching your hair & jacket. So venerable to their eyelashes and stilettos. Adorable moment.

No sooner I turned my head and a polite boy attempted to converse with me, unknowingly cashing in his only moment with me. The night is young and my rigid disposition is not swayed by his dialogue. Besides, I arrived with two and I leave with two, no more, no less, for my own safety and theirs. 

Musical moments where everyone can unanimously sing the lyrics together, as others dance in the other room with the “Forbidden Zone” projected on the wall. Appropriate for the mysterious evening. 

The mind reading emaciated bartender who inadvertently called me wife, or did she mean it? I wanted to hug her skinny binny body after that. 

Lady, I know too well how it is to work yourself to the bone. 

Best bartender in LA.

Standing outside in the cold morning air, a discussion about doppelgängers arose in the early morning fog. Someone said to me, " Your doppelgänger is in India." Yes, indeed, I've always believed this to be true. I love that this observation was pointed out.

The dog in the bedroom, the present spirit animal, allowed me to give him belly rubs for a few moments as the indecipherable conversation circled the room. The belly rubbing was enjoyable for me as well, pooch.

Anything goes. Everyone looking for something to elevate their spirits in this broken economy. 

...The Overpass and the secrets that it revealed.” 

June 28,2012