Walking through downtown Long Beach, on my way home. Come to one of the parking lots and there are guys with huge blue plastic inflatable bats chasing each other and citizens and beating on them. Slide through by a fence and none of the them bother me. Get to Alamitos, and see Meg at a bookstore. It’s brightly painted with psychedelic swirls. Climb up to say hi, and realize that Brett is dead and hug her and cry. We slide down and there are a bunch of friends there at the corner-we’re going to go somewhere.
My exciting life, this place