Note: Last night I was wandering around Greater Inglewood in Los Angeles, California. It was starting to rain. My main phone was out of battery, and I was just coming up with titles for different pieces of prose and poetry as I walked around.

I had some cigarettes, so that was good, and a beer and a little money in my pocket. I was trying to get to the Sonesta-Radisson area to hit on women, talk shit with some bros, and get some more cigarettes and money.

Therefore, this is just a running commentary on my evening. I hope you enjoy it.

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Tonight is a night of opportunity: A Play

by

Matty

Matty: Tonight is a night of opportunity

naim: Oh yeah?

matty: Yeah

Naim: OK

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Behind the Sakura!?

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Some guy: Where is the fucking wifi?

The Waitress: Over There

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(xx) cents exactly how many Pennie’s I need to get a pack of these fine Seneca Cigarettes

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Well that’s good then. Because that means we are closer to the LAX center and x (x)

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Pastor:

Oh this is gonna work out

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Man A: Across the street is still fucking across the street

Man B: Yeah

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West is there???

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Well let’s just take the bus then…

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I need three things. Cigarettes, Money and Action. And that’s it.

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Go ask him for a charger. He’ll say yes.

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in other words, there is something up here

is there?

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It’s quiet. It’s deceptively quiet. It’s deceptively quiet I would say.