Los Angeles Love Letter
I walk around L.A. and it’s a map of places I used to cry in.
It’s a ghost town of good feelings, the city that keeps trying to chase me off when all I want to do is stay. It’s the city of failed dates, failed careers.
Skeletons of past loves litter the shit-stained sidewalks of Downtown. The ground is concrete here — just try putting down roots! There are no fertile soils, no water. And yet we…