KOREATOWN IS A 2.7 MILE SQUARE RADIUS BORDERED BY-
VERMONT ON THE EAST,
WESTERN AVENUE ON THE WEST,
OLYMPIC ON THE SOUTH,
BEVERLY BLVD ON THE NORTH.
KOREATOWN IS A VERY DENSE URBAN AREA.
THERE IS NO PLACE TO PARK. EVER, DON’T EVEN TRY. TAKE THE PURPLE OR RED LINE METRO OR THE #207 BUS, THEN WALK TO YOUR HEART’S CONTENT.
THERE ARE SO MANY THINGS TO DO-
CAFES, COFFEE BARS, TEA ROOMS, BOBA CAFES, RESTAURANTS, KARAOKE BARS, (IF YOU LIKE THAT SORTA THING), SPAS, MASSAGE PARLORS, (SOME GIVE “HAPPY ENDINGS”), NAIL SALONS, CLOTHING SHOPS, FOOD MARTS, FULL SCALE MALLS, DIVE BARS, HISTORIC BUILDINGS, AND NIGHTCLUBS. MOST OF THE CAFES AND CLUBS STAY OPEN TILL 4- 5AM.
MY FAVORITE TIME IS HAPPY HOUR!
FROM 4PM TILL 8PM EVERYDAY- KOREATOWN BECOMES A LUSHE'S PARADISE.
EVERY TUESDAY I CHECK THE MUTHA OUT- I TRY A NEW PLACE EACH TIME.
LAST TUESDAY I TOOK THE # 20 BUS ON WILSHIRE BOULEVARD FROM LACMA, (THEY HAVE A GREAT TUESDAY MATINEE SERIES)
AND GOT OFF AT KENMORE AVE.
WALKED ONE BLOCK DOWN TO THIS LITTLE PLACE CALLED ESCALA-
A COLUMBIAN FUSION CAFE & BAR.
AN EAGER BEAVER AS I ARRIVED ONE HOUR EARLY.
NO WORRIES, THE SWEET, LOW-KEY BARTENDER- JOHNATHAN,
BROUGHT ME A GLASS OF WATER AND SUGGESTED I WAIT IT OUT.
I DID.
AT 3:33PM JOHNATHAN BRINGS ME MY FIRST DRINK- CABERNET SAUVIGNON.
I HIGHLY RECOMMEND. IT HAS A NICE BODY, RICH, BUT NOT HEAVY,
(LIKE MY BROTHER). A PERFECT WINE TO TAKE THE EDGE OFF THE DAY.
JOHNATHAN AND I ENGAGE IN SMALL TALK.
AFTER LIVING FOR A SHORT TIME IN HOLLYWOOD, THEN HIGHLAND PARK,
HE DECIDED TO GO BACK TO HIS ROOTS.
HE NOW LIVES IN BOYLE HEIGHTS. I TELL HIM HE MADE THE RIGHT DECISION. BOYLE HEIGHTS IS ONE OF THE ONLY AREAS IN L.A. COUNTY SUCCESSFULLY FIGHTING GENTRIFICATION. AT LEAST FOR NOW.
MY MOTHER GREW UP IN BOYLE HEIGHTS IN THE 20’S THRU 40’S.
DURING THAT TIME IT WAS PREDOMINATELY JEWISH.
KOREATOWN HAS CHANGED ALLOT IN THE LAST 10 YEARS. THEY ALSO HAVE GENTRIFICATION, BUT THE AREA CAN ACCOMMODATE IT. IT’S ALREADY A VERY DENSELY POPULATED AREA. THERE ARE NUMEROUS TENEMENT BUILDINGS FOR THE INCOMING HIPSTERS. THE MAJORITY OF LIVING SPACE IS RENTAL,
WITH SOLID RENT CONTROL. KOREAN BUSINESS OWNERSHIP IS ABOUT 75%,
SO THEY HAVE CONTROL OF THEIR OWN COMMUNITIES FUTURE.
BUT BACK TO JOHNATHAN….
HE’S IN HIS TWENTIES, LEAN & PETITE LATIN BOY.
JOHNATHAN IS VERY MANANA- IN A NICE WAY, NOT A RACIAL WAY.
HE’S LAID BACK. NOTHING BOTHERS HIM. A COOL CUCUMBER.
I ASK JOHNATHAN ABOUT THE HAPPY HOUR CHICKEN TAMALE.
“I DON’T LIKE IT, HE SAYS WITH APLOMB, THEY’RE COLUMBIAN.”
I ORDERED IT ANYWAYS AND IT WAS DELICIOUS.
SOOOO...... I’M SIPPING ON MY HAPPY CAB, MUNCHING ON MY HAPPY TAMALE, AND THIS BOY WALKS BY; IN HIS TWENTIES, LEAN AND PETITE, (THEY ALL ARE) HIS LONGISH DISHEVELED HAIR PULLED BACK, A LITTLE FACIAL HAIR.
HE’S WEARING A BUTTON-DOWN SHIRT AND LEAN BEIGE JEANS.
HE’S HOLDING A TRADER JOE’S BAG, USING AS A “PURSE.”
HE’S CUTE AS A BUTTON!
A COMPLETE DOLL. SWEET LITTLE FACE, CHARMING SMILE.
HE WALKS BY ME… I THINK TO MYSELF-
WOW! HE’S MY TYPE FROM BACK IN THE 90S, BUT I’M NOW IN THAT CATEGORY OF OLD LECH IF I HIT ON SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
“HEY IS THIS PLACE GOOD?” I HEAR.
MUCH TO MY DELIGHT, THE CUTE DISHEVELED BOY HAS WALKED BACK TO ENGAGE WITH ME.
PLEASANTLY STUNNED I REPLY, “YES IT IS.”
“WHAT DO THEY HAVE HERE?” HE ASKS WITH A CHERUBIC SMILE.
“IT’S ALL ABOUT HAPPY HOUR,” I CONFIDENTLY RESPOND.
HE SMILES EAR TO EAR.
“MY NAME IS “SEBASTIAN,” WHAT’S YOURS?” HE ASKS.
“RICK” I RESPOND.
HE SEEMS TO HAVE TROUBLE REGISTERING THIS,
“RICK?” ITS RICK?”
“YES, RICK,” I REPEAT.
SEBASTIAN SAYS, “I JUST MOVED HERE.”
“FROM WHERE,” I ASK.
“ORANGE COUNTY,” HE REPLIES.
“OH! YOU’RE MUCH BETTER OFF HERE,” I SAY MAKING A DISGRUNTLED FACE.
I DON’T LIKE ORANGE COUNTY AT ALL. I LIKE OLD ORANGE, BUT THAT’S IT FOR ME BEHIND THE “ORANGE CURTAIN.”
“I’VE ONLY BEEN HERE A WEEK,” SAYS SEBASTIAN, “YOU REMIND ME OF MY BOSS.”
I’M NOT SURE IF THIS IS A COMPLEMENT OR INSULT.
“HE’S VERY CREATIVE, EXPERIMENTAL,” SEBASTIAN CONTINUES.
“WHAT DOES HE DO?” I ASK.
“HE SELLS INK FOR MICROSOFT.” SEBASTIAN IS ALL SMILES.
“THAT DOESN’T SOUND VERY CREATIVE?” I SAY.
“ HE DOES IT INDEPENDENTLY. HE DOES OTHER THINGS AS WELL.
HE’S AN ENTREPRENEUR.” WHAT KIND OF WORK DO YOU DO?” HE ASKES.
“WELL… I HESITATE… RIGHT NOW I’M REALLY NOT SURE. I USED TO OWN AN ART GALLERY, BUT THAT CLOSED. I’VE BEEN AN ARTIST, PHOTOGRAPHER, FILMMAKER IN THE PAST. RIGHT NOW I’M EXPLORING WRITING. I GUESS YOU WOULD SAY I’M BOHEMIAN. WHAT DO YOU DO?" I ASK.
“OH I’M THAT AS WELL, SEBASTIAN IS PROUD, I SELL CARS ONLINE.”
“YOU SELL CARS ONLINE?,” DID I HEAR THAT CORRECTLY? IS THAT A THING?
“YAH, OCCASIONALLY. I DO OTHER THINGS AS WELL. I ALSO DRIVE FOR UBER.”
“OK,” I SAY.. (NOW IT MAKES A LITTLE MORE SENSE).
“WHAT KIND OF ART DO YOU MAKE?” HE ASKS.
“WHY DON’T YOU SIT DOWN?” I SAY.
“OH, I CAN’T I HAVE TO GET BACK TO WORK,” (I THOUGHT HE WAS INDEPENDENT?)
“I SET MY ALARM AND MY BREAK IS UP.
I NEED TO GET BACK TO MY APARTMENT AND WORK.” I LIVE RIGHT THERE.”
HE POINTS TO A COOL- 1930’S STYLE APARTMENT DOWN THE STREET.
“WELL IF WE’RE GOING TO HAVE A CONVERSATION, YOU MIGHT AS WELL SIT DOWN,” I SAY.
THIS SEEMS TO SPOOK HIM A LITTLE.
I CAN’T TELL IF HE’S GAY. IT’S SO HARD TO TELL WITH MILLENNIALS.
HE PROBABLY CAN’T TELL IF I’M GAY.
SO HE POPS THE QUESTION, “WHERE DO YOU LIVE?’
“EAST HOLLYWOOD,” I RESPOND.
“EAST HOLLYWOOD, WHERE IS THAT?”
“EAST OF THE 101 FWY, WEST OF VERMONT,
SOUTH OF FRANKLIN AND NORTH OF FOUNTAIN.” (I KNOW MY AREA).
“ISN’T THAT WEST HOLLYWOOD?” HE NAIVELY ASKS.
“NOOOOO, I SAY WITH VENOM. IT’S DEFINITELY NOT WEST HOLLYWOOD.”
“OH, OK.. I GETCHA.” HE SAYS.
HE’S TAKING THIS AS A WAY OF ME SAYING I’M NOT GAY.
SO I TRY TO BACKTRACK,
“I MEAN EAST HOLLYWOOD IS WAAAY DIFFERENT THAN WEST HOLLYWOOD.
AND WAY DIFFERENT FROM HOLLYWOOD. THEY ARE WORLDS APART.”
HE LOOKS CONFUSED… I’VE CONFUSED HIM.
“SO YOUR NAME IS RICK, RIGHT?” HE SAYS
“YES, RICK, “ I SAY.
“RICK? RIGHT RICK?”, HE SAYS.
“YES.” I SAY.
“SIT DOWN,” I SAY ONCE AGAIN.
“OH I WISH I COULD, BUT I NEED TO GET BACK. I HOPE I SEE YOU ANOTHER TIME.”
HE SAYS APOLOGETICALLY.
WE CHAT SOME MORE..
HE ASKS INNOCUOUS QUESTIONS, AND FINALLY EXCUSES HIMSELF.
I WATCH HIM WALK DOWN THE STREET, ALL CUTE, SKINNY AND FUCKABLE.
I REALLY HAVE NO IDEA IF HE’S JUST FRIENDLY, HITTING ON ME, OR PROBING ME FOR WORK.
THE SAD THING ABOUT LIVING IN L.A. FOR AS LONG AS I, (ALL MY LIFE) IS YOU NO LONGER TAKE PEOPLE AT FACE VALUE. YOU ASSUME EVERYBODY HAS AN AGENDA, BECAUSE THEY USUALLY DO.
WHEN YOU LEAVE L.A. YOU SEE HOW REAL PEOPLE ACT,
LIKE THIS BOY DID. NICE- SWEET.
I WILL REMEMBER TO NOT BE SO JADED.
I’M NOW ON MY SECOND RED WINE- AND I’M FEELING GOOD!
JOHNATHAN THE BARTENDER CHECKS IN ON ME TO MAKE SURE I’M HYDRATED. HE’S SWEET.
I’M NOW PEOPLE WATCHING AND LOVING IT..
TAKING IN ALL THE SIGHTS & SOUNDS OF KOREATOWN-
A HUGE BIG-RIG WITH THE FOSTERS BEER LOGO PULLS UP TO THE CURB.
IT TAKES MOST OF THE BLOCK AND OBSTRUCTS MY VIEW.
I’M ANNOYED UNTIL I SEE THE TRUCK DRIVER; A HOT HESSHEN OR MIXED RACE BOY WITH DARK HAIR AND BEARD. HE’S WEARING THE FOSTER UNIFORM OF SHORT SLEEVE SHIRT WITH LOGO ON THE BACK, KNEE- LENGHT POLY-BLUE SHORTS AND MATCHING LOGO CAP.
HE IS A BLUE-COLLAR WORKING MAN DREAM.
I CAN’T EVEN EXPRESS TO YOU HOW SEXY HE IS. I’M GUESSING HE’S IN HIS TWENTIES. WHAT MAKES HIM MODERN IS, HE HAS THE LOOK OF OL’ SCHOOL TRUCK DRIVER WITH THE 21ST CENTURY EDGE. IF HE WAS A TRUCKER FROM THE 70’S HE WOULD BE RACIST, HOMOPHOBIC AND DUMB. I CAN TELL BY THIS GUYS DEMEANOR HE IS NONE OF THOSE THINGS.
HE’S A YOUNG-HIP, BLUE COLLAR GUY.
LOW KEY- “IT’S ALL GOOD” ATTITUDE AND HOT AS FUCK.
I GET THE IMPRESSION IF I WERE TO HIT ON HIM HE WOULD SAY,
“THANKS DUDE. BUT I LIKE BITCHES,” OR AFTER A FEW FOSTERS JUST SAY,
“I’M NOT GAY, BUT YOU CAN SUCK MY DICK.”
HE GETS BACK INTO THE CAB. I WATCH HIS EVERY MOVE.
HE STARTS THE TRUCK UP. IT IS LOUD. THIS TRUCK IS LIKE A SMALL BUILDING. WITH PRECISION-LIKE MACHO MANEUVERINGS HE MAKES A LEFT TURN AND DRIVES INTO THE TRAFFIC OF KOREATOWN.
I MISS HIM ALREADY.
AT THE SAME TIME- A HOT GIRL WEARING A TARTAN KILT WALKS BY.
SHE IS VISIBLY ANGRY.
A WHITE JOGGER WITH A NICE BOD RUNS BY.
HE IS SHIRTLESS WITH GYM SHORTS, SNEAKERS, NO SOCKS. SANDY BLONDE HAIR WITH BEADS OF SWEAT TOUCHING HIS NIPPLES.
YES, I AM THAT CLOSE.
A SEXY BLACK LADY WEARING A SHAWL IS COMING FROM THE OTHER DIRECTION. SHE HAS A NICE OLD-WORLD STYLE.
A KOREAN GIRL WITH LAVENDER HAIR IS ON HER CELL PHONE.
PRETTY MUCH EVERYBODY IS ON THEIR CELL PHONES,
EXCEPT THE BLACK LADY WITH SHAWL, ME….. AND JOHNATHAN.
A DUDE WITH A FEDORA SAUNTERS BY SMOKING A BLUNT. IT SMELLS GOOD!
A CUTE KOREAN DAD AND HIS KID WALK BY.. THEY ARE BOTH ADORABLE.
MAKES ME WANT TO HAVE A KID… JUST KIDDING.
NEXT TO THEM ARE A CHATTY KOREAN COUPLE.
THEY ARE TALKING UP A STORM. ENJOYING KOREATOWN AND ENJOYING LIFE.
A SEXY, CRAZY WHITE GUY WALKS BY...
I CAN’T TELL IF HE’S HOMELESS, BUT HE’S DEFINITELY CRAZY...
HE’S TALKING TO HIMSELF, FULL ON CONVERSATION.
HE ALSO TALKS TO ME AND I JUST NODDED. I DIDN’T WANT TO RILE HIM UP.
HE HAS LONGISH UNKEPT BLEACH BLONDE HAIR. HE HAS NO SHIRT ON.
HE HAS A GREAT BODY. HIS ENTIRE PRESENCE IS A CONTRADICTION.
A DARLING BLACK GIRL IS WALKING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET.
SHE HAS ON A HEADSCARF. I CAN’T TELL IF SHE’S HIP OR MUSLIM… MAYBE BOTH.
THIS CONFUSED BOY IS WALKING AROUND AIMLESSLY..
HE’S ON HIS CELL PHONE. NATCH..
HE GETS INTO A CAR.. IT’S HIS UBER.
A SORTA SEXY GUY WITH A WATER BOTTLE PASSES HIM. HE’S SORTA SEXY..
BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY HE NEEDS A WATER BOTTLE?
CROSSING THE STREET IS A TALL, CHIC, MIDDLE EASTERN GUY WEARING BLACK BIRKENSTOCKS. HE HAS ON AN ELEGANT BLACK MANDARIN SHIRT AND BLACK LOOSE PANTS… HE LOOKS GREAT.
ONE YOUNG, AND ONE OLD INTERRACIAL COUPLES ARE IN THE CROSSWALK. COINCIDENTALLY THEY WALK SIDE BY SIDE. THEY DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER. THE OLD COUPLE IS THE FUTURE OF THE YOUNG COUPLE.
IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION IS A YOUNG GIRL IN A BURKA WEARING DESIGNER SUNGLASSES. NOT THE BEE KEEPER STYLE, THE TYPE THAT COVERS EVERYTHING BUT THE FACE.
A KOREAN GUY IN SKIN- TIGHT JEANS IS NEAR BY...
GOOD THING HE HAS NICE LEGS AND BUTT.
OTHERWISE HE WOULD BE A FASHION DISASTER.
TWO CAUCASIAN MALE TWINNIES WALK BY.
THEY ARE WEARING MATCHING SUNGLASSES.
I THINK RAY-BAND.
NOW THERE’S AN ASIAN GUY IN A POWDER BLUE T-SHIRT
SIPPING ON A SMOOTHY, AND A BLACK GUY SMOKING A CLOVE CIGARETTE.
AN OLDER GUY WITH A TRENDY SHIRT WALKS HIS DOG PASS
A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG GIRL IN A SARI.
A POCKMARKED MAN IN A HIDEOUS FLORAL SHIRT, ( HE HAS BAD TASTE).
TWO CUTE AS BUTTONS HIPSTER KOREAN GIRLS. THEY ARE GIGGLING.
A GIRL WITH BAD POSTURE WEARING LEGGINGS!
SHE’S EATING A SLICE OF PIZZA.
THEN THERE’S A GUY WITH TACKY WHITE LOAFERS AND ANOTHER GUY WITH STUPID RED SNEAKERS, (I SAW HIM TWICE).
THEY DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER.
A DISTINGUISHED KOREAN GUY IS HOLDING A BOX OF CELL PHONES?
HE STARTS TO MOAN! I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
I’M ONLY REITERATING WHAT I SEE.
ON THE LEFT SIDE OF THE STREET IS A DUMB GUY WEARING CROCKS
WITH A HEADSET ON. HE IS OBLIVIOUS TO THE WORLD…
AND TO ANY SENSE OF STYLE.
AN OLDER LATIN GUY IS HOLDING A LARGE BOX.
HE IS PLUGGED INTO HIS CELL PHONE.
A ONE-LEGED BLACK GUY IN A WHEELCHAIR IS HAVING A FIT.
HE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE INTERSECTION.
THE LIGHTS CHANGE TOO FAST FOR HIM TO GET ACROSS.
THIS IS DEFINITELY A PROBLEM IN URBAN AREAS.
THEY DON’T ALLOW ENOUGH TIME FOR PEDESTRIANS,
LET ALONE DISABLED PEOPLE.
A NICE KOREAN MAN COMES TO HELP HIM.
A HIP KOREAN COUPLE ARE NOW WALKING BY ME.
THE BOY IS WEARING A SATIN BASEBALL JACKET. JAMES DEAN-ESQUE,
HIS GIRLFRIEND IS WEARING A MARILYN MONROE PRINT DRESS,
SET OFF BY RED STRAPPY HIGH HEELS WITH CHERRIES!
AFTER MY 3RD OR 4TH,(?) DRINK I PAY MY BILL TO JOHNATHAN AND TELL HIM, “SEE YOU NEXT TUESDAY!”
GET IT? FROM, “AMERICAN WEREWOLF IN LONDON.”
(EXCEPT THE MOVIE SAYS WEDNESDAY)
(EXCEPT THE MOVIE SAYS WEDNESDAY)
HE NODS A SWEET LITTLE NOD AND WISHES ME A NICE DAY.
I WALK UP THE STREET- A BIT ON THE TIPSY SIDE.- THIS MAKES KOREATOWN EVEN MORE ENJOYABLE. THE WEATHER IS PERFECT. THERE’S A NICE BREEZE. MANY PEOPLE ARE OUT AND ABOUT AS I’VE DESCRIBED.
AS I MAKE MY WAY TO WESTERN AVE, I SPOT A MINIMAL CAFE CALLED
BIA COFFEE.
I’M LOOKING IN THE WINDOW. THE PLACE IS VERY SPARSE.
THEY SERVE DESIGNER COFFEE AND ONLY TWO CHOICES OF DESSERT,
(HOW DO THESE PLACES STAY IN BUSINESS?) AND THEY HAVE TEA.
ITS TEATIME!
ACROSS THE BUSY STREET IS THIS LITTLE BABY RUNNING.
HE’S WEARING SOME KIND OF SANRIO/TRANSFORMERS ROMPER.
VERY BRIGHT COLORS. HE’S ADORABLE, BUT WHERE ARE HIS PARENTS?
HE SEEMS TO BE ALONE.. HE’S ALL OF 3 YEARS OLD, RUNNING FAST, SQUEALING WITH DELIGHT. FAR AWAY I SEE HIS MOTHER FRANTICALLY TRYING TO CATCH HIM. HE’S A LITTLE QUICKSTER. THAT’S DANGEROUS IN SUCH A TRAFFIC-HEAVY AREA. KOREATOWN IS THE OPPOSITE OF A GRASSY FIELD.
NOW THAT THE BABY IS SAFE, I ORDER A BERGAMOT TEA AND LAVENDER SPONGE CAKE. THEY ARE BOTH MADE ON THE PREMISES. THE YOUNG KOREAN COUPLE ARE VERY PROUD OF THEIR CAFE… AS THEY SHOULD BE.
“SHE MADE THE CAKES, “ THE OWNER PROUDLY TELLS ME.
HIS WIFE OR GIRLFRIEND SMILES, “ I ALSO MADE THIS ROSE CAKE.”
WOW- THAT LOOKS YUMMY!
AS I WAIT FOR MY TEA TO BREW I READ THE SIGNS. THEY’RE CREATED WITH HIP FONTS AND ARE THE ONLY DECOR IN THE BARREN ROOM. THE SIGNS READ-
NO OUTSIDE FOOD OR DRINKS
NO PETS, EXCEPT FOR SERVICE ANIMALS
FOOD ALLERGY WARNING: MAY CONTAIN BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS
WE RESERVE THE RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE TO ANYONE
24 HOUR SURVEILLANCE
MY ORDER IS READY. THE BERGAMOT TEA AND LAVENDER CAKE ARE AMAZING!
THEY COMPLEMENT EACH OTHER PERFECTLY.
THE TEA IS SERVED IN AN ENAMEL CUP LIKE A CAMPER.
PURPOSELY PLACED KNICKS ARE ON THE CUP... THIS IS THE DESIGN.
THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO LOOK USED.
WHY WOULD BEAT-UP CAMPING CUPS BE A THING?
I’M SITTING IN THE WINDOW ENJOYING ME CUPPA...
TWO BOYS WALK BY. THEY SEE ME FROM THE STREET.
THIS ENCOURAGES THEM TO COME IN. ONE IS A VERY HOT BLACK GUY,
HE HAS A NICE BOD. THE OTHER IS A CHUBBY MIDDLE EASTERN OR MEXICAN GUY. I CAN TELL THEY’RE JUST FRIENDS. I CAN ALSO TELL THE CHUBBY MIDDLE EASTERN OR MEX GUY WISHES THEY WERE MORE.
I CAN RELATE TO THIS.
AFTER MY MOST ENJOYABLE CUPPA TEA I SAY GOODBYE TO THE SWEET PROPRIETORS, PROMISING TO TRY THE ROSE SPONGE CAKE NEXT TIME.
THEY ARE ALL SMILES.
I WALK ONE BLOCK TO WESTERN AVE AND WAIT FOR MY BUS #207.
AS I’M WAITING THIS CUTE YOUNG GUY WITH A HEAD SET IS ROCKIN OUT TO HIS TUNES. HE’S HAVING A BALL.
NEXT TO HIM IS THIS SUPER CHIC WHITE GUY WITH A BRIEFCASE.
HE DOESN’T SEEM THE TYPE TO TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.
HE LOOKS VERY RICH.
WALKING PAST HIM IS THIS ALBINO GUY WITH A MOHAWK.
HE IS LUGGING SOUND EQUIPMENT. HE’S A DJ. PROBABLY HEADING TO A GIG. HE LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE WHO WOULD TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION.
ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME IS A HANDSOME BLACK GUY.
HE’S VERY FIT, WEARING PRINTED GYM SHORTS AND MATCHING LEGGINGS.
A 2017 MERCEDES PULLS UP TO THE CURB AND THE SUPER CHIC
WHITE GUY GETS IN. I KNEW IT!
I AM SUCH A GOOD JUDGE OF THE WAY THE WORLD WORKS.
I WISH I COULD’VE SEEN WHO PICKED HIM UP. I’M GONNA GUESS IT WAS HIS EQUALLY ATTRACTIVE HUSBAND, BUT I COULD BE WRONG.
IT MIGHT'VE BEEN HIS WIFE.... BUT I DOUBT IT.
HERE COMES MY BUS! I GET ON.
AS ME BUS FLIES UP WESTERN AVENUE I THINK OF WHAT
AN ENJOYABLE DAY I HAD ALL ON MY LONESOME.
SO THIS IS MY LITTLE OPINION DEAR READERS-
KTOWN IS H-O-T!
COPYRIGHT 6/2017- RICK CASTRO
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