She had to leave
Los Angeles
All her toys wore out in black and her boys had too
She started to hate every nigger and Jew
Every Mexican that gave her a lotta shit
Every homosexual and the idle rich (idle rich!)
She had to get out
She gets confused
Flying over the dateline
Her hands turn red
'Cause the days change at night
Change in an instant
The days change at night
Change in an instant
She had to leave
Los Angeles
She found it hard to say goodbye to her own best friend
She bought a clock on Hollywood Boulevard the day she left
It felt sad
She had to get out
I'm in Garden Grove. My mother, my grandmother, and I had a Mother's Day lunch at one of those old-people-type restaurants. The best part of it (besides being with my family) was the 60- or 70-something butch and femme couple seated at the next table over.
I have had such a good time here. The judge and clerks gave me a going-away card which they'd all signed. I'm framing that.
It was of course a little premature, since I have one week left of the externship. I'm at the Browning Courthouse in San Francisco all this week; let's have lunch or dinner if you're in SF too. Monday I'm busy at lunch and Tuesday busy in the evening (it's
blaugirl's birthday!) but otherwise free.