Somewhere in Southern California – Spotted early this afternoon as we made a soft right off PCH onto Topanga Canyon Blvd. was an older female hitch-hiker with leathered skin in expensive hippie guise thumbing for a ride. My girl-friend and I both shook our heads as if to say, “That is so 1965! Honey, you know you could get murdered delving into that kinda activity.” A little ways up from that scorched mess in withered cut-offs was a mass of a middle aged man who resembled a dead boyfriend of mine, shirtless and crazy from the heat, who clearly looked like he was on PCP. His eyeballs, possessed. His soul, on fire. Catching the demon’s gaze had we both throwing up in our precious mouths.
I boogie down for my hometown [the greater Los Angeles area], full of assholes and their buzzards for pets.