Rollin' in mah 6/4
Runyon Canyon is a park in the middle of the Hollywood Hills. I hiked it with my pal Alicia the other day. We took the unpaved part, and that made all the difference, for it smelled less like dogs.In this week that marks my fifth anniversary in Los Angeles, it's fun to go to places in my adopted city that I haven't before. The park offers a steep hike capped by a great view of the city, the Valley, the Hollywood sign, and sports bras. We even saw a rattlesnake, but I think that had been placed there by Disney.
Two days before, I had gone to an event downtown and decided to drive home on surface roads. I took a wrong turn on Alameda and wound up in Compton at about 3 a.m. I'd never been to the City of Compton. I wanted some tacos. I looked around for a bank machine and, finding none, looked for one of those usurious gas station ATMs.
I pulled up to one gas station, got out of the car, and shapes moved from out of the shadows. Then I checked my posture and the shapes moved back into the shadows. This happened at the next gas station I stopped at, too. At both gas stations someone told me that "we don't let no one in" at that time of night.
It was sad. Maybe if I'd been let in to the gas station I wouldn't have been forced to jack the taco stand with my 9.
The Los Angeles of Tom Petty and Jackson Browne so rarely meets the Los Angeles of Dr. Dre. I am often called upon by the city to bridge that gap.
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by Marty Barrett at Thursday, September 29, 2005
3 Comments:
When you say "checked my posture" do you mean rising up to your full, menacing 6'7" self?
-roby
Exactly. I tend to slouch to make myself more accessible.
That would be the perfect height to perform as, maybe,.. THE TIN MAN!!!
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