Sitting in the shadow of the steaming Silver Lake sun. Should really be shopping clothes for granny's funeral, but instead I rest here under an almond tree with birds flocking around my feet.
It’s so weird. My love is back. My Helen of Troy. If it weren't for the fact that she's right here in front of me walking around in circles on the sidewalk, taking pics of the plebs and noblesse I wouldn't believe it.
Maybe I'm still a little dizzy from the non-stop talking about everything that's happened the last five years. OR the zero sleep. OR the fact that the only substances that has entered my body today is one bottle of chilled pinot and the smoke from one packet of Marlboro Lights.
Anyway. Black is here and she is smiling, with her lips colored by last night's Pinot grapes and cheap Tesco lipstick. Watching her passing out (my) 20$ bills to the homeless (and not homeless) I am, for the first time in as far as I can remember, happy.