1. Sunday, October 25, 2015

    write tales your cats wished you wrote 

    sunrise

    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.