Let’s just start with my head hurts and that my car was behind police tape until 4.15 AM.
Sunset Blvd took another life from its outstretched lanes this warm November night. I wonder who it was that left El Cid in the one o'clock hour, making a u-turn from her parking space into a passing motorcycle or so I was told.
A handful of friends and strangers had parked within the taped off zone and wondered how much of an extension this night was given. What could we do but watch and bitch and moan about getting home, our next day flights to hometowns and drives up the Interstate Five. Only distractions were doughnut jokes and spying on friends hooking up in the parking lot below the bridge over Myra.
Corey and I walked a good friend to her faraway car, early I'd bit the neck of another, kisses on cheeks of girls in bands, waving an invisible goodbye to DG as she drove off.
I made a point to drink heavily (for me) with Newcastles and a couple squirts from the tequila gun feeling nothing but sober until I just became funny last night. In my head funny.
Her big blue eyes followed me, meeting me, matching my gaze as I came to pass by her location, guarded only with her smile.
An unexpected greeting from an Untouchable.