Nur Leben ::: Eight ::: Florence-Firestone

We turned right on Alameda, somewhere along the Industrial District in downtown and traveled about 4 miles south.

I made a joke during the ride in which I mentioned that I rarely travel west of Robertson Blvd. Rarely.

And I continued with...."I rarely travel south of Slauson"

Well not true. Kind of.

Does ridding the Blue or Green line count? 'cause they run further south of Slauson.

Nevertheless, I was in some unfamiliar territory. South L.A. , South Central, Compton ave to be exact. HOOD.


Compton Ave and 66th st. Florence-Firestone.

The homes were charming...Palm trees-unlimited.

I was invited to a "paisa" party; thats what they call them.

I felt so disconnected. lost. Just like the disconnected lyrics.

ha?

I gazzed at four palm trees. I tried to forget the shit that I was going thru, so I just gazzed.

I ran into a few people who I have not seen in years.

"You look good"

98% of the party was dressed in 3-hermanos fashion, that or clothes that are sold anywhere along Western Ave or Whitter Blvd.

I found myself in that 2% -out of place range.

I took advantage that there was an open bar. Well not really.

Alcohol doesn't really.............


I spoke spanish, so they would erase any suspicions that.....

The band played forever. 2 hours, i think or it seemed. Every song sounds the same, and each ending ends the same.

"tan-tan". Right?

Again...soooo disconnected.


I do own some panther pointy boots I bought in Leon. Family lives there. I'm Mexican.


It doesn't really matter.


I'm all about synth and thats who I am. I listen to Synth and currently loving the new Mariana Seoane song. Actually, I think this is the 3rd song I like from her.

I also like Fey and Edith Marquez.


I recieved your text and I didn't really know how to respond, so thats why I didn't.


There is a Florence stop along the Blue Line.

Florence-Firestone.