|Our neighborhood "art" -- Lenin and Madame Mao|
La Brea and 4th
It's late, and I wasn't going to write anything at all, but the back door is open and the screen door is letting in some cool air and finally the air-conditioner doesn't need to be on and over crickets chirping, I hear a man screaming the name APRIL! APRIL! APRIL! over and over. I wondered for a split second whether it was a homeless person on La Brea but prefer the hope that it's some Stanley Kowalski, or better yet, Marlon Brando in a tight white tee-shirt yelling April's name with his beautiful mouth.