Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010

Prisons, Vending Machines, and Toothbrushes

/Santa Monica Boulevard/

I don't remember this. I remember the walk. Apparently, I live near a prison...?



/The Long Road to the Vending Machine/

North Hollywood Toyota.


/Visitor and Panic/

"We're all going to die." "I'm outta here!" "Shut up, you fools." I don't know who does this and I don't want to know. Everytime I brush my teeth, the toothbrushes in the holder and have been rearranged in a scenic tableau. There used to be three, now there are four. I'm happy my roommates don't read this because it may ruin the unintentional creative boost they give me.