Brains!

Although I’m enjoying this winter heat wave, I’m trying to be cautious too, because it is just a fake out. Soon enough the clouds will roll back, the marine layer will descend upon the Westside and smother us in cold winter fog.

At the park Beck likes to sit as close to me as he possibly can, even if it means on top of me. He flops around for a while, sniffing some struggling grassy knot, or shyly sniffs another dogs ass, but in the end he’s lazy, and timid from his childhood. His fat rolls back and forth across his body as he lopes over to me on aged failing hips, plops down and then surveys the scene trying to look regal.

I lie back on the filthy grass, stare up into the blue, and enjoy the sun licking my translucent skin (yes translucent, its transcending white). I can hear planes taking off at LAX, roaring off the ground some how, taking people somewhere. I’m thinking about all the things that are positive in my life, I’ve got a lot to look forward to, a lot to get ready for, a lot to change.