Save me from Los Angeles!
Going crazy without my car or any chargers for any of my electrical components. Stuck in one place. I don't belong here. I need to be somewhere I'm pleasantly familiar with, with my own car, so if I need to, I can go where I want, do what I need to do.
Borrowed laptop.
Hurried plane flights after Bay Area drivers during the first big rain of the season, when they forget how to drive and pile up against each other in a row, blocking the fast lane, scaring everyone else into doing 35mph or less. Five seconds to throw shit in a bag and run for bart, run for bus, run for plane. Fifteen minutes from arrival at the airport to sitting in a plane. Five minutes later, strapped to a couple huge jet engines, pushing me really fast down a short stretch of roadway. How the hell is that enough to get 108 thousand pounds off the ground?
Took me away from the bay, away from Santa Cruz, away from ...
Down to L.A., the city where everyone MUST be pretty, at the cost of thousands of dollars and self, if need be. Everyone is pretty in L.A. By hook or by crook, people either leave L.A. or they are pretty. And if you're a fluke, you're ignored. And by fluke, I mean you forgot to dress to the occasion. So bring your makeup, your hair products, EVERYTHING in the bathroom to L.A., or you are no more than your wallet.
Back in a few hours. Back home, where I don't mind just being myself.
Borrowed laptop.
Hurried plane flights after Bay Area drivers during the first big rain of the season, when they forget how to drive and pile up against each other in a row, blocking the fast lane, scaring everyone else into doing 35mph or less. Five seconds to throw shit in a bag and run for bart, run for bus, run for plane. Fifteen minutes from arrival at the airport to sitting in a plane. Five minutes later, strapped to a couple huge jet engines, pushing me really fast down a short stretch of roadway. How the hell is that enough to get 108 thousand pounds off the ground?
Took me away from the bay, away from Santa Cruz, away from ...
Down to L.A., the city where everyone MUST be pretty, at the cost of thousands of dollars and self, if need be. Everyone is pretty in L.A. By hook or by crook, people either leave L.A. or they are pretty. And if you're a fluke, you're ignored. And by fluke, I mean you forgot to dress to the occasion. So bring your makeup, your hair products, EVERYTHING in the bathroom to L.A., or you are no more than your wallet.
Back in a few hours. Back home, where I don't mind just being myself.