december one two thousand nine.

ten miles. to the tune of jay-z and dragonette. nannies in the park, retro post punk rock mohawks, yoga, construction workers and tree trimmers, dispensary charlatans, vagrant fashionistas, dog walkers and studio city stay at home cyclists. showah creative types with a twist of lemon. focused on the breathing with a glimpse of reality. i believe i found myself.

i call this one a short story book 3 volume 7 chapter 17 page 09:

imagine if you will: you're walking from the office to a little bar on la brea to the tune of "don't worry be happy" and despite the actual distance than what is considered to be a pedestrian's distance the company present was far more entertaining to complain otherwise...and around the corner and into the seemingly small space was the group of people you've come to enjoy, the kind of people who's good-natured character which seem to be found only in the tall tales for children and not so much in the industry. a round or three stellas later the congratulatory praises filled the happy go lucky feel of the room..everyone's smiling even the nervous yet comfortable wallflower who's among strangers...eventually it was the bros versus ho's game of cricket that really excited the crowd to the tune of "get low." the bros will remember the game they lost and no matter how high they hold their heads they know who really are the masters of this universe. a couple more drinks later and before the nine oclock hour it was time for the obligatory stumble around the block for fresh air and randomness..i always end up looking up at the stars and thinking about the essence of destiny..and somehow the tragically optimistic sympathetic to hipsters heroine ended up on the other side of the wall and on the corner discussing one's measure of success at the young age during self discovery and on a tangent topic of one's dessert of choice at a music festival to the beats of passion pit. enjoyable, however, still awkward. cut to the end of the evening and a dream about a murder on a bus and a missing child on a plane all because of that cozy chair next to the window. imagine if this didn't occur. at the end of this journey and as reach my destination ask me if i remember that night. the night that didn't change my world but the night that i can honestly say, 'that was quite enjoyable. thank you very much."