Still more lazy thoughts from this one…

Posts tagged ‘dad’

Vega$ Trip

Born and raised in L.A., with all its surrounding iridescent street and building lights, hardly readied me for this. Only driving across the barren wasteland, between here and there, could do that. At night, moonless, with only the car’s headlights (and those of any other autos sharing that lonely road) for fellowship, brought a new grasp to it all.

Plans

Plans… people make them. We’re seemingly prisoners to plans. As close as I can lock down, I became aware of that around age 20. My father…