Got home at 1am last night, got the kid to gymnastics 20 minutes after we woke up, wife's off delivering babies, and Google Play Music decided I needed to hear this song for the first time in 20 years: I'm very much not enjoying Los Angeles this year but I was given the keys to a 2006 E55 AMG last night because my friends are desperately trying to talk me out of a fried-egg-headlight Porsche 911 (they're cheap at the moment). So, it turns out, are 2006 E55 AMGs. Tonight I have a flight. Tomorrow I get up at 5am. The last 48 hours in Los Angeles included the following on the bike path: (1) attempted arson (1) homeless woman peeing on the sidewalk who, upon seeing me noticing her, shimmied her boobs at me (1) dude in a folding office chair under a streetlamp shooting up heroin on a Sunday night (2) open-air drug deals (1) night heron (1) incongruous Brandt's Cormorant "The Future's already here, it's just not very evenly distributed" - William Gibson That river is fuckin' virtual light.
