The heat... if it were not for the smog it would be OK. I find myself longing for a vista, a patch of green, the sound of trickling water, friendlier neighbors. Instead, I get  buzz gossip, drunken chica’s, and an attention whore, who the kids call, “ice cream lady”. I try and avoid the slightly crazed round-in-the-face-frothing-at-the-mouth loon who has already spewed her venom at me, but she creeps around like a rat ready to claw.  In my Apartment complex with it’s Melrose place pool, the ripped actor who sometimes to forget to wear his clothes with the blinds half open, plays the bongos at 2:00 A.M. our resident male hottie.  There's more of course..

I have been silent for too long, but this will change! School starts soon: Italian, Algebra, English, and Astronomy. So, expect a few numbers, cosmological talk, mentioning of literary works, and Italian woven in passages.

Please come back. Tell me your out there... (It makes me feel less alone) and stay cool in the shade. Tonight I will dream about something lush, someplace warm, and a purple orange sky that turns into Indigo with the brightest of stars.
 

 

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