LA is a bubble, one large iridescent bubble.. soap and ocean water. floating. at least it lets the planes out. & only the ears pop, never the bubble. after you leave a while youβll miss it. although, you can really miss the worst things.. a cigarette, a doomed bus. easy tiger, i hold a deep affection for los angeles and itβs oppressive sunshine. moms is moving here this summer, my kid brotherβs going to middle school. middle school. fuck, iβm getting old.. in los angeles.Β













