The Sun is rising over Astoria, and I can hear the nagging voice of a friend in the back of my head, Jaq, you can’t just hide out in Queens forever. I mean, what is there to even do there? At least move back to the City. . . But seriously, come back to LA already. Just visit for a spell, please, please, prettttty pleasssse?
I am trying to keep my eyes open. The buses are chugging by. The cars, too. Men on the street in tennis shoes and blazers are walking briskly. Women in spiked-heels are not yet stumbling in pain, as its only noon. People chat idly or hurriedly on the payphone. Bikes ride the messengers, who’ve an abundance of sweat pouring down their foreheads on a day like this.
I am trying [...]
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