even though it’s happened a couple of times in my life,
each time a young lady takes off her shirt for me it seems like an absolute miracle.
sometimes they’re drunk or on drugs or theres a gun in the room
but when theyres not, and they still do it,
im like are you sure?
i feel the same way when i catch a glimpse of LA being spectacularly beautiful.
this morning i woke up at 5am, dicked around and didnt leave the house until 6.
drove around and picked up these very tired gay guys up in the hollywood hills leaving a party above the chateau
and as i climbed up through the canyons the sun was coming up.
i got closer to the house and spied DTLA in the distance with all the best colors in the world around it.
the colors of a new day.
(your favorite colors.)
so i took a picture but it didnt capture even a fraction of it, and somehow downtown wasnt even visible
which is fine.
sometimes it’s nice to just be there, and look at something startlingly sweet
like a pretty girl in a messy bed.
or a sunrise over a curb.