Aw christ, I just woke up at 330am for no particular reason. Maybe it’s too warm in here.
what, I had to test out the new heater!
Maybe it’s because I was up late watching a movie, spending quality time with friends I don’t see nearly enough.
Maybe it’s because I was slightly hungry (ate a bit of pumpkin bread, feeling much better).
Maybe it’s because the next few days are full of things I’m looking forward to.
Maybe it’s because, after walking outside of my friends’ place to jump into the car and head home, I realized I was standing (and here’s where the picture comes in) right on the very street I grew up on.
The apartment building where I spent my first 13 years? Gone. But the street’s still there.
All the cars that crashed at that horrible intersection, that intersection is in this here picture.
The street I walked down after that one bar mitzvah, still in a suit, climbed in my bedroom window so I wouldn’t wake my mom, only to have some nosy neighbor call the cops. That street is the one I stood in to take this picture.
People are always astonished that I’ve never lived anywhere else but Los Angeles.
I have memories like this about so many of the streets here. My life is laid out on these streets. Why would I leave that?
