A surprise on every corner
A perfect day. Seventy-five degrees. Windows
down. Soft mid-morning light slanting down the
cement canyons.
Waiting at a red light on Ninth Street in DTLA
at the edge of the legal and financial district,
a neighborhood for those who aspire to dress like
Carly Fiorina or Ted Cruz
Smelled a familiar scent wafting on the morning
breeze.
Spied a healthy looking specimen in his thirties
lounging on a bus bench, Starbucks in one hand,
herbal roll in the other.
He was tan, fit and naked to the waist in basketball
shorts, laughing — literally — at all of us driving
by as he fired up and puffed.
If those prescriptions are for relief of pain, they are
working.
Tags: There’s room here for everyone, because
we are alllll here.
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