She jerked away from me like a startled fawn might,if I had a startled fawn and it jerked away from me.
I’ve been thinking about you. You’re like a well-dressed aloof gentleman whose pretension precedes you. To some you are repulsive, others fascinating like a car crash. I don’t think anyone completely understands you.
Okay but really, I think I love Los Angeles because people hate it. It’s really dirty and traffic-congested and not to mention most of the architecture is HIDEOUS HIDEOUS. (I do not care for Gehry) But then I think about driving down Laurel Canyon (when it’s vacant) with nothing but some weird eclectic KCRW on the radio. I think about the ivy-colored buildings and the Hollywood Forever Cemetery, and that stretch of road near Silverlake etc. etc. I hate traffic, but if you manage to bypass the smog and daytime traffic- it can be very lovely. I think all of it’s charms are way below the surface- in the parts that are overlooked in the search for celebrity or whatever. I think Ice-Cube was right.
