No Matter What Road I Travel—I Am Going Home
“Los Angeles sounds beautiful. New York is dirty, smelly, dingy—you sure you want to move back?”
“What can I say man—it feels like home”
“So you finally recognize the error of your ways?”
STRANGER ON THE STREET
“Haha! Sure.”
20th September, Santa Monica, L.A.
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