Last night I saw mi amiga Lili and her new band the Purple Hearts… No one had the heart to let them know that there’s already been a fairly well-known band by that name. Just change it to Purple Hearts UK, I say.
Then, this morning, I went to CPT to work in the garden. I was already sleepy, now I’m dead exhausted and going to go play a most deadly game, napping in the bathtub.
Quisiera recordarle that tonight is Silent Film night. The film se llama The Indian Tomb. See you if I survive my nap in the tub.
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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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