/Santa Monica Boulevard/I don't remember this. I remember the walk. Apparently, I live near a prison...?
"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.

