All my lights are off. Besides my glowing Macbook, it’s nearly pitch black in my new humble 1 bedroom. The gas isn’t turned on yet so I’m wearing a jacket-hoodie I got from Walmart. I like this jacket because it makes me look blue-collar. Dickies. Badass mechanic trucker boy from the wrong side of the tracks. My nose and hands are still cold though. It’s much quieter in West Hollywood. I’m in a tucked-in neighborhood now, far away from any busy streets. Switching to this place from my swanky-flex-try-hard Hollywood-hotel-doorman place will save me about $50,000 over the next 12 months. Frugality is cool now. It’s hip to be square.
As usual, I’m awake and the world is asleep now at 3:50 am. It’s so quiet that I can hear the ringing in my ears. It reminds me of all the havoc I’ve put them and my body through in my twenties. No regrets. Yolo.
Ok, that’s enough for now.
Thanks for reading,
West Hollywood, CA