"Good Friends We've Lost"
A hundred miles an hour down Pacific Coast Highway in Wilmington; we thought those days and nights would never end.Eleven young adults haphazardly crammed into a 1984 brown Chevy Camaro Iroq Z-28 with two-tone brown interior, chrome Trans Am rims, and three ten inch kickers in back.Candle lit vigils strewn across the pavement like candy.So commonplace, you forget that someone lost their life, or rather, had their life taken.‘Gone but not forgotten’ is all they can say.The setting sun kissed the candles just before it went away.Viva la luz
"Good Friends We Have"
No one knows his real age or name for that matter, but he is most commonly referred to as B.L.E.S., The Prince of Cambodia, or Yung So What.They say he is over 100 years old and that he’s never slept, but I don’t believe that kind of superstition.Like Sacajawea, he’s led us through the alleys and back-roads of Los Angeles.Narrowly evading the authorities (and sometimes not) in search of cuisine and adventure.Chinatown, K-town, Little Tokyo, the Arts District, East Los, Echo Park, the Harbor Area.From 10pm to 6am, we put our lives in his hands and he guides us to the other side.Viva la noche
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