hairballs

~ Eric Brightwell

I could really stand to get a hair cut. I went over to Drea‘s to borrow her clippers (and watch a movie), ended up falling asleep in front of the TV screen watching Traffic before excusing myself and driving home having quite forgotten about one of the main reasons for popping in.
She has a new cat. His name is Pepe and he looks like he’s part ferret. He kept climbing up my body and sitting on my shoulder. He has a cold and was stroking my uncut hair and weezing in my ear… It was incredibly unnerving.

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Published by Eric Brightwell

Eric Brightwell is an essayist, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener. He lives in Los Angeles, not because he was born here, but because he chose to... for all of the things for which its famous: its verticality, its mass transit, its diversity, its schools, its liminal spaces, its architecture, its wildlife, its museums, its night markets, its cinemas, its theaters, its enclaves, its restaurants, its bars, its libraries, &c

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