Good Morning

It's that time again, I'm back in LA. And, though a New Yorker to the core, this place charms me more and more with each visit. Here I drink carrot ginger juice. I stretch my body, cricking and popping bones that rest dormant and untested in a concrete terrain. I sleep sound, lost in a bed I can roll in 5 times before it disposes of me. And I rise with the sun.






Time to write.