I stumbled home at 4:30am. I love LA.
This is it. This is my life and I am no longer waiting for it to begin.
Right now I am listening New Order’s version of Ceremony. It’s been on repeat since October.
Foreverever had a party on his rooftop last night following the bike treasure hunt that I could not participate in.
I, the BF, and some other friends watched a series of the lauded, 365 plays instead. It’s a great concept, but man it’s lame. I don’t regret going, and I feel inspired, just not blown away. Drinks followed, then the rooftop party in the toy district. Foreverever has a great studio.
Our neighbors invited us over for drinks when we got home. It was already late, but I was game. Not a big drinker, in fact, I am rarely seen with booze in hand so last night was special.
I could spend my years trying to analyze the lyrics of Ceremony, but the general feeling I get is of the urgency of this moment. This fucker is here and then its gone. And you can do what you want, feel anything you want, but the moments, they are just going to keep passing you like indifferent busses, groaning and ambling away from you.
My parents did their best to give us what we needed, but they couldn’t shield me from the horrors of the Teen Years, in the 80s no less. I did a great deal of letting the busses pass me by. I existed in a state of unwanted-ness, and I ensured that, languished in it, comforted by Echo and the Bunnymen, Joy Division, and the Smiths.
Still love those bands, but now my answer to this moment is Yes, and they make a great soundtrack.
At the after hours soiree, these tunes played. The host alerted the guest to her relatively recent boob job. One of us replied, “I noticed those were great boobs.” And we were encouraged to feel them. They felt great. Technology is so amazing. We learned a lot about how they were installed, saw BEFORE shots, felt them again. We also learned that this was the woman’s way of getting back at her now ex-boyfriend. She knew that he was cheating on her, so she somehow got him to pay for her boob job, then broke up with him shortly after. “PAYBACK! You dumb motherfucker. This is what I call PAYBACK! Look at these things, they’re amazing, and I told him to take his ten thousand dollar ring and shove it up his ass. This is the best break up gift ever.”
As I said, I love LA.
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Beautifully written 835. Slow, comforting, meandering, and then wrapped up in a crescendo of an unexpected yet satisfying ending.
Kind of like sex.
Well done.
I felt those titties and they did in fact feel real. it was amazing really.
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