Random Scrap:
I talk to myself whenever Barry asks me to take his Toyota up to Burbank. It actually happened only once but I would like to make it into a recurring event. Anyway, coming back on the 110 approaching Downtown I almost hit a car stopped in the traffic in front of me. I was busy. Not just talking to one of me but to four combined together. I was busy and distracted and the argument was very heated. This is the theme here. It's actually pretty lonely and somehow tough especially compared to the comfort of the desert. People are sort of on the move and maybe not everyone has a time to sit down and talk. Maybe no one seems to care that much. Even Ferdy or Manuel eventually have to get on the bus and head back to Downtown LA. That's why I keep going back to Barry, Marilyn and their family. They're normal. Marilyn is a lawyer and they do say grace before the dinner. There's of course the ocean to remind me of why I came here. And that little luxury of Starbucks white chocolate mocha late at night when the musician is finally packing up.