There was once California. There was thirteen orgasms in a state park. Shoplifting from obscure vegan mini marts, the price of cheese is insane when you have no money. The dreams of hopping trains in high heels. The bed underneath the overpass, the boys in their masks dancing around fires. Needles, heaven of needles. Seagulls and otters and flashes of mermaids walking around on glitter stilts in the sandy desert.
Pickpocket strange faces, making love near tin candles by the cracks of the world. Doing drugs with hope, hope that the cops don’t find your squat. It had taken a long time to find this hole in hell or was it heaven? Finally a place to sleep. A place to dream of rides out. Out to there, with him.