The Things I See

A Series. Part 1

It was the third of July, and I had been invited to a fourth of July party, at a famous songwriter’s house, in the Hollywood Hills. The scene at the party was a perfect LA cliche. Good looking hipsters scantily clad in Neon, with interesting haircuts, hanging around, and in the pool. Rubbernecks sipping cocktails. I don’t mean this as a diss, it’s always interesting to see who might show up at these things. My neck is just as rubbery. Head on a swivel, anytime I notice activity in my peripheral. I too, am just hoping for an interesting sighting. I had arrived on the early side, wanting to avoid the sloppiness of the holiday, as well as this one particular person who is always high on coke, and lifts me up, off the ground when I see him. It’s horrible to be picked up against your will. I can only imagine how animals and babies must feel.

I loathe small talk, I don’t want to tell people “what I’ve been up to” and I don’t want to pretend to care about the menial goings on of someone I got…