artist living, be mindful of the signs, dating, downtown Los Angeles, heart failure, introductions, Little girl Big city, Los Angeles, omens, real city stories, red flags, sequence of scenes, serendipitous intersections, the other couch surfer, the suited gent, the suited gentleman
Scene: a loft in Gallery Row, downtown Los Angeles
“I know what you two did. I heard it. I don’t appreciate it happening. I told you I didn’t want it happening when I was home.”
I was a doe in headlights. Yes, we had done the deed but it was when we specifically thought she had been gone. We felt bad about it. We felt great about it. He and I were both in the moment. It caught us and swept us away. I couldn’t help but think that whatever it was was a serendipitous intersection to say the least. What if this was the last chance I had before he moved to New Orleans? What if I was never going to see him again?
I apologized emphatically to her and texted the suited gent.
“Shit. She just called me.”
“I know. You and I are stopping all together.”
My heart sank. I didn’t want to be in the space. I had to go home. To the one place in Los Angeles that rang home the most- with my friends at the Brewery.
I called a friend and left a message. He was at Mindshare.
“The house of cards fell out from under her yet again and Alice fell with it. But it was comforting and scary at the same time. Because this is the all too familiar world that she knew.”
Perhaps we really should have stopped everything that night. Perhaps it was an omen amongst omens…
Why didn’t I listen?