Some days just have a particular feel to them. Like you know some shit is going to happen, all days in turn are interesting but some are just like... Word... who knew that shit would happen, just by deviating from a plan just a bit... things become... Oddly Normal.
Tuesdays... Downtown Los Angeles I use to have a routine that would start at the Lextington for a "warm up" set... then to Grand Central Market to bullshit, get a Topo, coke or roam the streets with the Nikon, seeing what i see until i found myself at the next spot for some jokes. Every so often a comedian would join me, talking about shit that i would not have any interest in so i just listened them as they went on, not weighing in with any opinions, it was for them not for me. The Chapman Lofts was always a highlight, 8th and Broadway... Rooftop comedy over looking Downtown Los Angeles. It was dope a place to be free as fuck. I mean aren't all places... well they are, but they aren't...."limited freedom here" is what they should have hanging on the entrance. But This spot... for comedy in Los Angeles was one of Thee Spots yo... go say whatever the fuck you want and have your fun. The host which some people didn't enjoy would make nachos have the cheese out bring booze for the comics... they gave us a space to chill the fuck out and work the craft. Freedom in LA... After my set, i would occasionally take one, and one hit only from a blunt(sometimes two) then mouth "it's gonna be an interesting night... and i would just pick a direction and walk.
When Leaving the rooftop sanctuary one Tuesday. I walked in the general direction of my car. Walking down broadway and 5th near the Planet Fitness. I saw someone leaning on a cop car, definitely was not a cop, for cops don't wear short shorts, have face tats and carry bottles, might be cooler if they did. As i got closer i remember having a smile on my face cause her attitude clearly said "fuck it, and fuck society" she looked up at me and said "sorry, i just hate the police." My face probably said "i don't care" then my mouth followed, "i'm no cop, i don't give a fuck!" "Good" as she rubbed her ass on the crown vic. I was laughing then I said some shit i usually don't say... "can i get your picture" she said "yeah" pulled out a bottle of who knows what and posed on the cop car as she said "fuck the police." I laughed pretty fucking hard, as some would say it was a guffaw, as i froze the moment with a smile on my face. She sat there a bit, leaning as if there wasn't a care in the world. Like she had found her beach in that cement mess of a city with the stench of piss not even phasing her.
Before the encounter, i was to call it a night. Crawling into the back seat of my Ford Focus propping my feet over the driver seat and passing out. Not After that... i roamed the city for hours, there have been times I have seen the Sun come up, witnessing the cycle of the city, the people getting off work, the none stop rotation of buses, they come people file out and more pile on. The traffic filled with fucks honking for no reason at all... is if honky is going to change the fact you're in traffic, and you're not moving. as the sky darkens the people change along with the buzz, people are a little more relaxed, still bitchmade but relaxed as they go from bar to bar, stopping at the eateries with patios outside as if to taunt those living on the street. By this time the sky is now dark, anywhere else you would be able to see the Stars not here. The lights of downtown make it hard, not impossible, just hard. The ridiculous line that snakes out of the door of LA Cafe signals that it's closing time at the local watering hole, so for my street roaming ass i know it's about 2am give or take. Then the silence... the occasional person being haunted by demons would scream, a cough here and there but mostly silence. In Downtown Los Angeles, the only sound was my footsteps. The Stillness of these hours... the city sleeps and i, well i do whatever it is that i do. only for a few hours though, then the buzz starts to pick back up. The sky starts to get lighter. people walking like zombies past the lady sleeping on the ground as if she doesn't exist as the make a turn into the coffee shop to get their fix of "i gotta get through this fucking day." and i'm just there with my camera with a few bucks, feet telling me to chill the fuck out, wondering... where do i go next.
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