Exploring Los Angeles one trail at a time. I gathered with a group of friends for a little noonday hike on a carefree, do-nothing day. Were the day a portrait, I would have drawn a mustache on it with a black Sharpie. We passed around the gate and began our mosey. The canyon was spindly and long and Sisyphean. It unfolded in ridges that.

Thursday, December 11, 2014. Only for it to be. By a feeling of doubt. In the early hours of the morning. Hoping to see her pretty face next to me. Only to realize that nothing has changed. I should not be thinking. Every time i hear some good news. I pick up the phone to call you. How you used to console me. You were my saving grace. And Still in my darkest hours.

Final thoughts on my trip? I hope to make a grand return to this blog next year . I mean, I guess technica.

Body Cheetah and Messed Up Coyote.