Ramblings...

POURING INTO THIS REALITY…

SLOWING THE L.A. PACE, EVERYTHING FOCUSES AND GOES TO A HUMBLE PEACE. LOOKING OUT AT THE SKY LINE, THE LONE PALMS STAND LIKE GIANT TROOPS IN FORMATION, AWAITING WORD. THEY ARE OUR WITNESS TYPICALLY UNNOTICED BUT ALWAYS FELT IN THAT ‘SOCAL’ FRAME OF MIND.

I WATCH AS THE 100 CROSS ROADS CARRY ON IN THE CARNIVAL. THIS PACE IS SETTLING EVEN MORE NOW. YEARS BACK IT FELT LIKE A THOUSAND SOULS RUSHING THROUGH YOU LIKE A HIGH CHARGED WIND THAT SCREAMED LIKE RAPE, WITH A HIGH VOLTAGE CHARGE. SET TO LOW AMPERAGE. (THANKFULLY SO). I SEE A POSSIBILITY. BETWEEN THE EX-COPPER AND THE BROKEN UFC’R TALKING COME BACK BUT ONLY HAVING ANOTHER ONE. THE TALK OF JAPANESE BUSSINESS BEGINS AND SILENTLY EXCUSE MYSELF AND GO OUT FOR A SMOKE.

FATTYS GOING FOR NEXT DOOR ICE CREAM, AND I LOOK BACK TOWARDS THE QUIET GIANTS. BEARDS SWAYING CHAOTIC IN THOSE WINDS ALOFT UNFELT AT THIS ALTITUDE. (THE SANTA ANNA’S ARE COMING SOON). I’M REMINDED OF THE IDEA OF VANTAGE, (THAT COMMANDING PERSPECTIVE) TO THINK OF THEM TRYING TO MAKE US UNDERSTAND IN COMPARISON TO MYSELF AND A JENNY LONGLEGS MOVING ACROSS THE PATIO AT A HUMBLE PACE. A THOUGHT OF ANGELIC POSSIBILITIES COMES TO MIND AND OUR PHYSICAL ENDURANCE AND ‘LOST KNOWLEDGE’ IN THIS SLIVER OF TIME. PUT HERE FOR THE LESSONS OF FEELING WE’VE LOST ON THE OTHERSIDE TO REGAIN. ONLY TO GET A GLIMPSE OF WHERE WE COME FROM IN FRAMES OF DREAMS LOST IN THE NIGHT.

I GO BACK IN AND SIT ALONE DOWN AT THE OTHER END AWAY FROM THE ‘LIKES’, AND ‘OH MY GODS’. ‘ANOTHER ONE SWEETY’. ‘FUCK YES. SISTER’. ‘OOWW’, IN A SEXY VOICE BACK AT ME. ‘THESE FUCKING CHARGE SLIPS DRIVE ME CRAZY.’ IT’S SUCH A WASTE OF PAPER!’

‘THAT’S A NOVEL IDEA YOU JUST CAME UP WITH.’

‘WHAT’S THAT SWEETY?’

‘WELL WE ARE ALL GOING ‘GREEN’.’ WHY NOT KEEP THEM AND TURN THEM INTO WRITING TABLITS?’

‘HA! THAT’S WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU T-DOG. ALWAYS THE SILENT ONE, AND THEN OUT OF NO WHERE COMING OUT WITH SOMETHING LIKE THAT.’ ‘YOU’RE FUNNY’

I SMILE WITH MY EYES. BOTH AT HER AND MY ODDITIES, AND GRASP THE POUNDER FOR A SWILL. FROM DOWN THE BAR IN A SCOTTISH CALL ‘OW BOUT… DO YA FANCY A PIZZA OHR SUMTHIN BUD?’ A NOD IN AGREEMENT AND AN EMPTY SEAT, I TRAVEL OVER. READY NOW WITH A BUZZ TO GET ME BY WITH CONFIDENCE.

I DIVE INTO THIS THING WITH A ‘LIKE, WHAT’S GOING ON?…’