March 31 2006
We win a lot of awards and put out whenever we can.
The sun rises. Rises again. We may go down, but we always come back. Every day.
We are so cocky. Wild, enthusiastic gray hooded hoodlums. Roaring, stalking
“Were so hot right now.” There is no place where the sun does not shine. Brightly, flamboyant, unapologetic. Burning holes through the competition. Except for Contra Costa. They hate us.
A target can only be so big. One day we may fail. Nah.
Then there’s Rico, that Cheshire grin stretched tightly across his face as he swaggers through the hallways. I can hear his trademark laugh. “Heh heh heh heh.” Rico shoots the breeze with bums and knows how good a pancake can taste at 3:00 in the morning.
Kathryn is gallivanting, shinning brightly. PI more outrageous than ever. Alex making new friends in the halls. Viri making rounds. D.T steps into a black hole in space and disappears.
LA monoliths scrape the sky. The big city sprawls, spread out like a napkin.
“Hey mister do you have a dollar? Spare change, anything. I will sing for a dollar.”
Traffic crawls. Shoes stores line the walk of fame... flytraps for tourists. The wild night beckons. The sun is going down.
1 comment:
Wow rehashing some old memories I see. Don't get to attached my friend, lol. ;D
You so need to upload that photo on The Sun Lifers group. If you have even more photos add them.
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