Devendra is playing as I try to collect my thoughts. I think I saw him driving the other day on Sunset, perhaps. Black Audi? I took him for more of an old Benz kind of guy - you know the boxy kind.
Splish, splash. My son is taking a bath and my thoughts are broken. The joy of him pretending to be at sea as the master and commander of his brigade. He’s a lover but don’t discount the fighter in him when the opportunity arises.
Speaking of, but not entirely, I’m reminded of a gentleman and his companion, Sara with a (h). We sat outside a broken window as we learned about one another. From Malaysia, to Australia and L.A., he embodied the essence of the city - transient yet grounded in the here and now. Maybe we’ll continue the conversation at Millie’s one day - we’re friends on the gram, you know.
Devandra is still spinning as I continue to meander through my thoughts. I need to make do on a promise or is it a desire to follow through with an acquaintance that once said to me, “keep in touch.” He’s there every Wednesday at nine. For now.
“Five minutes,” I tell my son. “Time to bring the ships in,” as he asks “what are we eating?”
A quiet day, lost in my thoughts with my son. “What a life,” I think. Always moving, yet grounded swaying to the rhythms of a guy I think I saw driving on Sunset the other day.
It’s L.A., anything can happen.
