She has been in LA/Pasadena with her kids for the past two days, which has left me to roam the cliffs of Torrey Pines Glliderport, and the back alleys of the village. Our old home is still shocking blue. I walked past it last night on my way home from the fish store (El Pescador). Only our old place had anyone in it at the time. The new people have hung bright red metallic spirals from the ceiling. It looks like a used car lot! All the rest of the condos were dark and empty. I lingered and observed, but finally moved on as soon as I was joined by a curious bum who stopped next to me and joined me in looking upward. He knew not at what he was looking, but looked anyway. He was dirty and smelled of lived-in clothing, tobacco, and too much alcohol. He began muttering gibberish in short bursts, then laughed at the end of each burst and began his gibberish anew.
I was certain that he would ask for money, cigarettes, or something else, so I left before he could ask. I wouldn't have known what he might have asked for anyway In a place that has Aston-Martins, Bentleys, Lamborgini's, and Ferraris on almost every block, it is an awful contrast to find homeless people sleeping under hibiscus bushes and picking through ashtrays and garbage dumpsters.
I'm going to go back to Torrey Pnes Gliderport to try to catch the morning light!
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