there is, in california, an inherent strangeness that has always attracted loners, dreamers, and outliers.
yesterday i went to lacma with my brother and our taiwanese sister. we geeked out to the stanley kubrick exhibit and on the hungered walk to the car, we saw these two older folks leaning against the truck of their car, passionately embracing and littering each other's faces with stray kisses.
i dedicate this song to them, the anonymous parking lot pimps.
