I really love the mornings in LA. They are so quiet and the marine layer produces such a tranquil feeling over the city it takes my breath away. They are a reminder of why I stay in this city.
My writing jumps all over the place with no real structure - its whatever is in my head at the moment.
Yesterday my sister called. It went straight to voicemail. I listened to the message. She was crying as usual. She's going through a lot of shit right now - so its understandable. I called her back immediately. We talked for about 3 hours on the phone. She reminded me why I hate my family - I don't hate my sis - its the rest of my family. One thing I will tell you about the shitty goin-ons in my family is that they are spiteful. My parents divorced when I was about 12, but shortly before that - we came into some books and photo albums and such from my dad's side of the family. It was a decent amount of history and such. After my parents divorced - my mom kept it all (claiming for my sister and me). It is now 20 years later and my mom still wont let my sister or myself have it - and barely look at it. Its not her family - oh and another thing - she says we cant have it until our second aunt dies on my dads side. What kind of rational thinking is that???? I know that in itself is not reason enough for hating them - but thats all I'm saying right now.
Shortly after that (and 3 40s of malt liquor later) I went to hang with my friend Elicia while she did laundry. Elicia is great. She let me just sit there and talk for a bit about the conversation I had with my sister. I tried not for it to be a crazy "me" conversation. I think I succeeded. I snuck a 40 in in the pocket of my jean jacket and was drinking it like a wino haha.
After laundry was done I bought some burritos and went home. Which brings me to now. I woke up hung-over, went outside to have a cigarette, and just became captivated by early morning LA. I never get tired of that sight.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
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