I love juvenile hall. 
I think one of the most enjoyable parts of my day was being stuck in traffic, watching a shiny black Volvo with a middle-aged male passenger sticking his elegantly- socked-feet with fancy, tasseled loafers out of the window.
I am not what I claim to be. I guess a better way of putting it is I am not what I try to be. I’m not patient, I’m not tolerant. To further clarify, I’m not tolerant towards intolerance. Listening on NPR about the US backing out of the Paris Climate Agreement, I came across a car with a bumper sticker “Worst president”, using Obama’s campaign symbol. As he disparagingly waived the car ahead of him to move, I passed by him and flipped him off.
My mystery guitar player is back, strumming beautiful songs against the back-drop of traffic driving gently home. I fall in love with guitars.
What I don’t love is a herd of adolescent boys skateboarding and talking loudly over the guitar(and no – my skater isn’t one of them). It’s gonna be a long summer….
Pics: We are everywhere; Sunset
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