City Beat

There is the city holding open arms blinking smiling wildly Cheshire cat at me in the distance. There will be the ladies with their cocktail dresses that look like they want to do exactly just that drinking Appletinis in stilettos and Gucci one piece sunglasses. There will be the alley boys ripped middle jeans quarrelling quibbling and kicking pebbles into the eyes of each one buckled overalls other. There will be the high ups making merry madly absurdly with their fat men suits and red cheeks handlebar and on three rocks premium straight scotch. There will be the Mexicans looking like it’s Easter Sunday talking about Los Doyers and playing football á la Nerf world of MacArthur Park. There will be the teenage girls trying to look twenty one but of course it won’t work because their tops are so last year and that new hairstyle is bad as like whatever and she has a boyfriend who is her ex’s bff. There will be the hipper than thou indie children all looking alike but who cares man they are doing what they want when they want and not having children but it’s OK because the world is overpopulated anyways and more for me then. There will be the surfers all Abercrombie bodied with long sandy blonde hair and half a wetsuit with a Colgate smile blinding to Sun himself. There will be the gangsters shooting at color to win the war but what war the war of drugs and money dawg but they are all on a wrong level of each side of it anyways. There will be the ohmygoditssoandso movie stars walking down blood velvet carpets with their also famous wives featuring hideous Topshop dress and you’re looking kind of scruffy around the jowls yourself mister. There will be the homeless complete with tinfoil hat and roller skates and oddly stylish sunglasses caked dirt everywhere and I mean EVERYWHERE no you don’t look right here yes I do and howdy doo to you too don’t call me mister mister. There will be the rockstars filet o’ Hollywood Hills skinny fit black red combo night shaded screaming camera flash alcoholics. And there will be me piper of the city aimless but not directionless but who isn’t dude really c’mon man let’s bounce I’m down for a pizza and a beer charming keeper of words (l).