Baby bird, intricate architecture and front yard fountains, cat hair seats, little European cars...things you see in the morning when you're not wear shoes.
I woke up hungover to my "Burritos" alarm. The screen read "Must move car begotr 9", and shady fragments of last nights parking job, 7 blocks down the street, blossomed elusively in my mind. I rolled my sorry ass out of bed, glad to be still fully dressed in last night clothing, but not so glad the only shoes I had were last nights little blue heels. I grabbed my heels and earrings and stumbled, fumbled, crumbled out the door. The 8:30 a.m. sky was bright white-grey like a broken t.v. and the air was chill but not sharp. I passed a tall, dark house, wooden shambles on a green hill, with a black fountain bubbling in front. A matte old Cadillac parked in front showed seats covered in light cat hair, like fur. I passed a fading white picnic table under an over grown apple tree with a baby robin chirping and springing below the twisted limbs. I turned the corner and the ocean opened up in the bay before me, below me, ahead of me. The warfs and docks crept from the mass of land at the bottom of the Hill. I strode in settling comfort, despite the knots in my stomach and pounding in my head, as my bare feet pounded the asphalt. I got down to Lighthouse Ave., turning towards Segovia where I left my blue boat of a Volvo. The spaces in front of Segovia's were all empty, my stomach dropped and my heart raced. I slouched into a brown stool in front of the laundromat searching for the local parking tow number. No signs offered telephone numbers and my phone battery was quickly dropping. I speed texted Christin, who's house I had just walked down from, "My fucking car is gone," shitting bricks in front of the laundromat. She was sleeping when I left, so I expected nothing, a cab ride home and tow truck debt. As I let myself fear the worst, my screen lit up with a text from Chistine reading, "It's parked in front of my house, where are you?" I laughed aloud, ecstatic with my drunken forgetfulness and responsible decision to let her drive my car home.
Beautiful barefoot start to an endless hangover of a day...
I woke up hungover to my "Burritos" alarm. The screen read "Must move car begotr 9", and shady fragments of last nights parking job, 7 blocks down the street, blossomed elusively in my mind. I rolled my sorry ass out of bed, glad to be still fully dressed in last night clothing, but not so glad the only shoes I had were last nights little blue heels. I grabbed my heels and earrings and stumbled, fumbled, crumbled out the door. The 8:30 a.m. sky was bright white-grey like a broken t.v. and the air was chill but not sharp. I passed a tall, dark house, wooden shambles on a green hill, with a black fountain bubbling in front. A matte old Cadillac parked in front showed seats covered in light cat hair, like fur. I passed a fading white picnic table under an over grown apple tree with a baby robin chirping and springing below the twisted limbs. I turned the corner and the ocean opened up in the bay before me, below me, ahead of me. The warfs and docks crept from the mass of land at the bottom of the Hill. I strode in settling comfort, despite the knots in my stomach and pounding in my head, as my bare feet pounded the asphalt. I got down to Lighthouse Ave., turning towards Segovia where I left my blue boat of a Volvo. The spaces in front of Segovia's were all empty, my stomach dropped and my heart raced. I slouched into a brown stool in front of the laundromat searching for the local parking tow number. No signs offered telephone numbers and my phone battery was quickly dropping. I speed texted Christin, who's house I had just walked down from, "My fucking car is gone," shitting bricks in front of the laundromat. She was sleeping when I left, so I expected nothing, a cab ride home and tow truck debt. As I let myself fear the worst, my screen lit up with a text from Chistine reading, "It's parked in front of my house, where are you?" I laughed aloud, ecstatic with my drunken forgetfulness and responsible decision to let her drive my car home.
Beautiful barefoot start to an endless hangover of a day...