It’s a vibe. At a rooftop function in LA, drinks are flowing, and smooth conversation fills the pocket between the disc jokey and bartender. Sometimes, completely out of the blue, you just connect. An hour later, we were on the 101 heading West.
Venice Beach at 12am. It’s cold outside, but between a bottle of whiskey and my jacket, we stay warm. She lives 2 minutes from the beach. At 1am, we leave Tower 36.
That Friday night has come and gone. Time exposed both of us, and that’s what happens sometimes, with a vibe- it can change. It was interesting the way it made me feel. I didn’t say it out loud, but it’s obvious you needed something in your life. It’s not me. You should have known. I’m sorry.
