would i move out of my perfect hollywood bachelor pad
and live far away where i dont know one soul.
yes, yes i would.
i watched the first episode of breaking bad tonight
and it’s weird how they repeated a lot of the same themes and scenarios in the last few episode.
i totally forgot that in the first episode walt washed a kids car and later paid a silent native american with handfuls of cash. and for those of you who are caught up you know about walts relationship with car washing and last week he ran into a quiet native american older gentleman.
when i came to LA many moons ago i went to a school where i didnt know a soul.
the first two apartments i shared with roommates id never met before and in santa barbara i didnt know no one there neither.
everything always works out.
for everyone except this cat outside my window. its meowing but in a terrifyingly human way.
hollow. it cries. hollow.
i’d let it in but i dont want some weird cat looking at me and occasionally making sounds like a person.
maybe thats why the last guy kicked it out.