So it's happened.
I've become a citizen of 4 AM. I often find that my stride is reached right around 3 or 4 AM and then I'm home. Driving the nearly empty streets of L.A. has become a lifestyle, a piece of time that I share with no one else.
Taco carts closing shop, homeless crowded around 7-Eleven or sleeping on benches, neon glowing darker than NY; this city is a mirror of itself at night, a doppleganger. I find that it's easy to sit back and enjoy the ride. Point A to Point B, this city is a maze of empty streets waiting for the slep of feet and tread of tires to wake it up and bring itself to live again.
I often find myself out, listening to music as I go about my tasks. Imogen Heap, 'First Train Home' is an excellent companion.
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