Magic Johnson
Written on the door to a bank.
I love LA because while watching the sunset in a hot tub on the roof of a building that Johnny Depp has a condo in, an eight-year-old talked to me about yoga.
And this guy was at a Hairy Krishna parade.
While there I got a side-swipped car from Rent-A-Wreck. I asked the owner if he had anything with a stereo. He said yeah and gave me a discman with a tape-adaptor.
The guy was 5’ tall with long greasy white hair pulled back in a ponytail, bald on top. His skin was red and translucent at the same time and he had a huge white pustule under his eye.
He followed a raw-food diet and asked me if I wanted a bite of his raw wrap.
This sort of shit is just sitting around on coffee tables.
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