There's been a lot of unnecessary death in San Pedro these last few years. People I once considered brothers, some at one time I would have done anything for. We are all getting older, a lot of things have changed. Some of the things we used to abuse now have the power to **** us. Be mindful of what it is you are doing, things aren't the same anymore. Remember Never Do It Alone its not the same anymore. Please be careful, you know who you are. Call me if you have to but just don't do it alone. The reasons we've all had for not speaking for years shouldn't matter anymore. We are living in a time like no other, not everyone will make it to see the outcome of future events. I should've answered his message instead of being mad about something 10 years ago. Now it's too late and there's nothing worse than too late.
The Harbor freeway was without the congestion and the gridlock that made this highway famous. Empty freeways demand speed and in Los Angeles everyone's in a hurry with somewhere to go.
It was a rare sight in a city full of men and their machines A rare sight that was quietly becoming normal.
The lack of cars made the otherwise thick layer of ***** brown smog become a minor smear on an otherwise beautiful blue Southern California day. With the changing of the guard the nameless planes with their exaggerated white lines across our skies magically returned.
There's more of us noticing things today than any other time before.
To the far West Venice is dying and the beach has become a refugee camp full of tents and blue tarps all wasting in the wind. Handball courts now occupied by old bikes, tents and an array of useless garbage someone calls their property. And the California girls' no longer come here to tan.
The girls on Figueroa stand half naked on 64th street waving like debutants at the lonely men as they window shop for *** from the safety of their vehicles. The girls here never tell you their real name and all the men are called John.
The Gang members in the Hoods on the West side and in the Varrios and the Projects on the East all use Graffiti as a way to convey their threats to one another. The Taggers bright, bold pieces bring colors to the otherwise grey concrete freeways.
Downtown is nowhere you want to be without a million dollars or a side arm and a reason. They gave Skid Row up to the people and the graffiti then watched in horror as it grew into what it has become today.
South Central continues to bleed red, brown, blue and black. Curbside motive candles dot the city corners like mile markers along the highway. There's been far too much death to ever mention peace here.
Hollywood is slowly dying and Melrose is at 50% capacity with robberies happening almost everyday on Rodeo.
The Cranes along the Harbor stand like giant monuments to a God no one prays to anymore. And there's a lot less Cargo trucks on the road today then any other time before.
Yet we are told to "Stay home ,we'll pay you to do so". While outside our city is dying and there is no where to spend the money we're given anyway.
Use to be afraid to die. First time I learned about death I could only cry. Sobbing in the back seat of my parents car. Asking them why why?! My mind never went so far. To think my existence could just stop. Like it was just a 9 to 5 job. On the way out, not even a visit to life's giftshop. I learned the hard way to not be afraid. Still I really wish you stayed. My best friend, my soulmate. He thought me to see life trough a different set of eyes. Lifes filled with dark lows and bright highs. Everyone dies. So rather then waiting for your demise. Enjoy life while you can! Don't worry to much about your lifespan. Just enjoy the bumpy ride. Do not get stuck on ,did I get everything right? You can die in peace knowing you really tried.