Among the manicured lawns of L.A.'s Brookside neighborhood, I was sitting in my car in complete confusion.
Not again.
This just isn't fair.
I sometimes think it's god's punishment. It has to be.
Everything that was said..seemed like complete lies.
I kept saying..No..No...I'm not talking to the same person.
I was talking to a complete stranger.
It seems that it started with a Pollo bowl and ended with a Pollo bowl. Literally.
It's crazy how one could just do that.
Little much was said after the car was started.
For a glimpse moment it was nice.
Waiting for the light to turn green...I wanted to get out of there.
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