didnt mean to be in hermosa again on saturday night but you learn not to fight the tides.
veteran nfl linebacker had me go from downtown to marina del rey and then later that night picked up usc’s backup qb and his sorta drunk posse. and it was on.
until i got beeped by a young lady in redondo. 16. quiet. at some point she asked me my name.
george washington carver.
she was sad so i asked her why. terrible question.
turned out she is a high school student and she was over at a friends house because one of their friends died
they had rented a double decker bus to celebrate something and the friend was on the top deck
and got a little crazy and raised his arms up as they were going under and overpass
and it hit him harder than he was expecting and he died.
she said he was one of those magic special kids that everyone loved.
i didnt know what to say. everything i said was the wrong thing.
i said in my high school graduating class no one had died all four years and the final quarter we were all scared.
and then when it never happened some of us said, do we even exist? are we ghosts?
are we vampires?
what ever i said seemed ok to her. she told me thank you when i dropped her off but i felt bad i couldnt help.
then right away someone else beeped me. four people
all with cups of mixed drinks. i said im sorry you’ll have to pound those before we get going.
the dude said, thats ok i’m going to cancel this. im not going to rush my drink before we go to the bar.
and thats exactly why so many drivers dont like to go to hermosa.