Thoughts
I ate two chicken drums the greyhound bus bought me. There were probably two left. But I couldn’t finish them anymore. It’s too oily. I wondered why that’s the reason I’m anxious. Thank God. Will dogs eat them? I’m in Los Angeles. The manager at the hostel asked what I wore on the bed. I found that weird. I pushed up my skirt from wolford to sleep. That’s how it always should be worn. I think. Just pushed them up so it all scrounged up like a croissant. I told him the truth. It turned out downtown Los Angeles was little upper than where I’m staying. I sighed a sigh of relief. That’s kind of fun I think. I got a erewhon smoothie. It’s 21 bucks. Imagine drinking that everyday. How rich do you need to be. We talked about works. Am I not working? I thought about it. I think I’m working as well. Researching tourism. Anyway people looked weird when they found out what I’m doing. I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to spend my time worrying but working towards a goal. I thought about those people, white people, guys, I saw, encountered and met on the streets. Are they from Los Angeles? I said they were because the context of all the magazine pieces. Well, am I a genius? Etc.