Another hot, muggy day in the City of Angels; smog so thick my eyes burned. I wiped away another streak of black eyeliner, catching it as it ran down towards my cheek, and I kept walking, keeping time with the jingle bells that hung from the end of[…]

A simple choice, really. Walk to the bottom of the hill, cross the street, and stick out my thumb to hitch south to Hermosa Beach, or keep trudging down the hill with my arm out towards the street, my thumb hooked forward, hoping some poor soul would be[…]

A simple choice, really.  Walk to the bottom of the hill, cross the street, and stick my thumb out to hitch south to Hermosa Beach, or, keep trudging down the hill with my arm out towards the street, my thumb hooked forward, hoping some poor soul would be[…]