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L.A. Vignettes

What Happened to Western Avenue?

What happened to the good ol’ days? Well, they went away with the winter rains. The gutter took them from block to block and dumped down to the beach where the tourists play, down by the Santa Monica Pier. What happened to Western Avenue? They took away its soul and replaced it with a ghoul. But […]

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Words Written

Her voice was thunderous, all things went mute, headed for the backgrounds, power audibles coming through. “Natapos mo ba?” “Opo,” I said with my head down, looking at my dirty toenails. She held my hand and dragged me down the hallway. My slippers slip, slipping away. She led me to my table inside my bedroom […]

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Things I Believe In…

As of today, the following are the things that I believe in. This list may change tomorrow. Shit, this shit might change in an hour. All I know is that I believe in: Lonzo Ball — the pride of Chino Hills just dropped his first-ever triple double. The talking heads can keep talking. I believe […]

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Lessons in Writing, No. 24

When life gets difficult — and especially when it gets difficult — write. Write every day. No matter what. Get that flow. Easier said than done, I’m learning. I’m fixated. On the table, salt-and-pepper shakers served as towers of demarcation, posted in between his hugging hands and her reddening elbows, and I watched from the sidelines, […]

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Career Change

I quit exacty a year ago. I said to myself, “This can’t be your life.” So I quit. I told my wife “Let’s move back to L.A. I’ll take care of the kid, and in between, I’ll follow what I’ve always wanted to follow – be a writer full time.” So I quit. “See you […]

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L.A. Notes

L.A. on Light

Cap back. Sunset on low. Dippin’ down the block. The kid enjoys his long drives around the neighborhood. Got me pushing him around in his mini-me car, battling the uneven sidewalks, the rolling stops, dogs, territorial birds, overall non-gangsta shit in former gangsta lands. I’d rather stay in, take him — and his whip — […]

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L.A. Music

Explicit Lyrics Obscured

Accidentally pressed ‘Play’ on a clean version of DAMN the other day. And — damn — that shit still sound so good. Left it on. Made it look sexy.

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L.A. Notes

L.A. Corner On The Cob

Also known as elote. Classified as goddamned street food. Found with a strong sense of exploration and don’t-give-a-fuck-ness. Eaten under the L.A. sun. Made of hard work, resilience, and flair — with a dash of L.A. smog. The recipe according to Chef Roy Choi: Corn (shucked)Vegetable oilButter (softened)SaltMayonnaiseCotjia cheeseCayenneLime See: L.A. Son by Roy Choi