Concrete Paradise.... Part II

HELLLLLLOOO .


I just had a great evening with the diva and her friend Gennessy  (I call the chile Hennessy because that's obviously what they WANTED to name her! lol) I was on the train headed down to downtown LA and I was mesmerized and awed by every sight! The Christmas decorations were gorgeous, the hustle and bustle of the eclectic mix of people rushing about, and the sights and sounds and smells all revived me! I realize that this is what people mean when they talk about how they grew up on a farm and need fresh air and wide open spaces and to see fields of grass and neighbors 20 miles away; it's what they grew to love and have adapted as their comfort environment.
Well, I grew up in the NY my friends and I crave police sirens and loud noises and hearing people outside all night. I want to know I can go to the deli and 4 am and one) it's fricking OPEN, and two) there are other people there as well! I understand that the grass is beautiful and flowers are lovely. Yes, I like the smell of fresh cut lawns and seeing nature as far as the eye can see, but I LOOOOOVVVVEEE freshly washed concrete and tall structures of such startling design that they aren't just buildings, they are ART people! My natural habitat is a concrete jungle and I will never be as happy as I can be unless I am there, surrounded by flow and energy and noise and fuss and mess and drama and bums and beautiful people and my fellow man begging for a cigarette and the train conductor cursing at the dude blocking the door!! I need that dramatic sense of SOMETHING going on on every corner and that even if I am not an actual part of it, I am in the heart f it baby!!

I know some people won't get it, and that is kind of selfish since I did say I guess I an relate to the whole country thing, but it's ok. I 'see' the city as a concrete paradise. The endless lights glimmer like waterfalls. The ebb and flow of traffic and pedestrians is like the calls and chitters of the animals in the darn country side. The smell of exhaust and hot pretzels beckon me just as the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine tickle the senses out in the open spaces outside the cities of our world. It is because of this love and affinity for the city; the concrete, face it; the MADNESS of it all that I DO like LA and am able to call it home for now. I mean it sure isn't New York, but it is kinda like how mommy was the best and one and only, but if I couldn't have her, Aunt Jackie was just as good!!!

WELCOME TO MY WORLD!!!!