Time Well Passed

Such a weekend gave me a Hollywood cold. Found Amy and I walking down Melrose between Fairfax And La Cienega at 2:30 A.m., picking items out of the store windows. Almost leaving a brand new journal behind. Then in a cab into Weho proper where we stood amazed at 4:00 a.m. estimating the value of one night at the Abbey by the amount of dead liquor bottles piled on the sidewalk, a homeless man could retire in a beautiful park on the recycling value alone. Into the park where I talked all about my new friend Nicholas, who plays rhythm and can't seem to stop smoking crack, who used to want a house in the hills, and still does, but now really just wants a roof, but rather than go back to Chicago and be a burden on mom he'll sit in his bus stop and beat on cans. A long walk back home, meeting yet another homeless friend "Robbie", who we used to see frequently on our little excursions, who looks all the more tired and all the worse for wear. I wonder if Robbie still runs into traffic on Sunset Blvd., while commuters commute yelling, "can you hear me now?!" We gave him a penny and the last of our water.
pried for a destination we develop and idea. For $3 we purchase a day pass and board the metro bus number 217. The exact bus I ride nearly every morning now. It takes us from Santa Monica and Fairfax to Hollyood and Vine. At vine we catch the redline subway train. Amy has never used our fair subway, she digs the ride. Talking non-stop we reach downtown, where we meet David, Just released from county, who believes in Jesus and still comes up 60 cents short.
Exiting union station into a sky held by Amy's wish into the grey blue tone of overcast. A light sprinkle collects on the yellow and white flowers. The buildings and sidewalks seem alien but warm.
Looking for coffee we spot a jovial man with an empty cup, He leads us into an alley way of closed shops until we find the one place a person can still get 2 Large coffees for under 5 bucks. We drink and stare at the huge Gazebo on Alvarado.
Gushing the whole time we finally find our way back to union station and the gold line. Slow ride to Pasadena. The African community arrests itself. Pasadena doesn't much hold our interests, but it was fun to watch from the train windows. The creeps are different out here, and they don't seem to catch our drift.
We ride back, stopping in union station only to pee, buy water and switch trains. Onward, thinking together out loud. Where do we get off? Split decision at the West Lake/Macarthur Park exit. A fine decision made on the fly. Rain still falling very light. The park is wet and almost empty. Two good old boys need help finding the tar pits, we point them straight of course and speculate on the deep nature of their tradey man boy lovin'. We find our theme slogan pressed into the ground: "Crazy as two mice waltzing". Of Course.
The train to Hollywood goes first to Universal City because of the sill gay book editor/computer programmer who's pink back pack contents is more interesting to us than watching for our stop. A little lay over to learn about the Mexican American War. Then to Hollywood and Highland and the good old 217, chatting us just as we come up fro air.
Home for one hot second and then onto Wholefoods for frilly banana shakes. A quick dash on the Metro number 4 leads us to the Willoughby dog park, we stay longer than the three old dogs and find that without them this park is just a park, with no dog in front of it or in it, and that will not do.
Back onto the 4 and a wild whim about a little bus that can and does climb laurel canyon. The bus is not a myth and it does come. On the bus a familiar Jesus loving lesbian tells us a secret that we won't keep. An old man hides in his pants a secret not even he can keep, and I've told far to many people myself.
The large dog park in the sky off Mulholland. We are larks, happy as pigs in shit. Many funny loving doggies. We want to take them all home.
Christofuck delays our day, disappoints us and dips our dinner in pretense. He talks in a loop and never listens. He makes us a little sad. Gabi helps.
We are avoiding a party, beware invitations delivered with and Iron fist and ending in "Or Else!"
Tiger stops in, funnier than ever, just what the doctor ordered and a nice warm cap on the night.
After Tiger departs Devin and Dylan Arrive, followed by the funny lady from pink dot. We eat, the boys attend the party, I scrape myself up to deliver a begrudged social service, but stick my foot before the door when the swarm follows me home. I am firm and correct and will not waver. Nyquil is the post man, that delivers us to sleep.