Del Fuego (radiateur) wrote,
Del Fuego
radiateur

La Cuidad De Los Angeles Muertos

That's the weirdest looking palm tree I've ever seen. Pretty laughs at my rubeness and tells me it's a cell tower painted up fake to appease the locals who were complaining about what an eye sore they were. Trying to cover them up, makes them look shittier - like a dog face dame with too much makeup and not a clue. I breathe the surprisingly fresh air as we drive past the congested highway and the giant donut. I start to wonder why I ever called this place home.

I'm back to my torture, my sin, my city of dead angels. Pretty leaves for work while Tommy and I hang out. He's grown fond of me, like they all do, so much so that he rubs his furry ass on me as often as he can. I don't mind. My sinuses on the other hand do. But it's not so bad, besides Tommy's just lonely. I can relate brother, so rub yourself wicked. While he stares out the window and salivates at the pigeons (i.e. rats with wings), I prep for my first round.

She tells me she hasn't slept in 2 days and was out doing lines till 6 this morning - oh boy. I cut Cokemon a HUGE amount of slack because of the magick we conjured the last time we shot but I already know we won't be having a repeat performance. She makes me laugh though, especially later when we're having dinner while a gay pride festival is raging right outside our restaurant window. Tons of meaty boys in assless leather chaps - Tom of Finland surely sporting wood deep in his grave. Cokemon spies her hairdresser among the crowds of meat lovers. I drink my Thai ice tea and grin at how animated she is. On the stage outside, a pair of dame trapeze artists are spinning on ropes, wearing tiny dental floss undies and feathered hats. Sexy asses in the disco sky - you spin me round.

As I listen to the soft snores of Pretty next to me and the even softer purr of Tommy as he sleeps comfy on top of her head, I realize that being back doesn't feel like it. I get up and go to the window ledge and stare out onto the hollywood night. This place isn't home anymore. The fire I felt in my gut when I first landed here has completely been snuffed out. It's a good feeling, one that I hold on too as the dawn breaks and my eyelids scream to sleep.



'what have I become my sweetest friend - everyone I know goes away in the end'
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