I moved to Los Angeles when I was 22 and have, consequently, spent the entirety of my adult years in this Godforsaken, f---d up, totally addicted, insane, never boring, totally engrossing, inspired, undulating (cool word, eh?...it'd be better if I knew what it meant), crackety-cracked up (as in high) city of Los Angeles. In the past twelve years I have had well over a hundred job and have participated in an assortment of cults (yoga, 12-step, Meisner, etc). If there is one thing that I have learned about relationships in this city is that there must be a God because despite the variedness of my life, certain relationships have stuck to me like static cling. No matter how I think I change and grow they are still in my life like the "Thelma n' Louise" movie poster that won't leave my apartment (it's throwing off my whole adult vibe). It just belongs.

Just for today, I can have old friends.