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fatigue produces quick pitching beats while tires drift over lane dividers, striking road reflectors.
pulse quickens, eyes open.
repeat.
ive been sleeping lately, just not very well.
jerich left for japan, most of his family tagging along to see him off at the airport, leaving me as the only non-filipino in the car on the way up.
i need to pick up some tagalog.
i got a new camera, and the days leading up to it were filled with christmas morning anticipation, but santa was replaced by UPS. its been awhile since ive really looked forward to something material like this, and i feel slightly guilty because of it.
long beach is a scary place to get lost. and having a filipino driver doesnt help when you need directions. old white ladies refuse to roll down their windows for brown men, no matter how friendly they look. are they mouthing, "where is the 405?" or "ima jack your car" who can say for sure.
i left my cell phone out yesterday morning, next to the bed, just in case someone might call, they did. its was a great feeling.
juanita's is still very dirty mexican food, but it is one of a few places for carnitas burritos in the middle of the night, making it just part of the ambiance.
