I'm waiting in the Karma coffeehouse to meet up with my friend Chris, who has transplanted from LA to DC to NYC and back to LA. He's hosting me on the last night before I turn my soul over to Bikram.
The place is perfect. Even though I've been on a five-hour flight and my ass hurts, it's nice to sit on a soft couch where I can spread out with all my stuff. Funky atmosphere, impossibly beautiful people. There's a sunny pretty version of Josh Barrett behind the counter, and a woman knitting on the couch next to me. Everyone's really nice.
Before I came to LA, Jeremy Skidmore said: "You will want to move there. Don't." When I asked why I'd want to move here, he said, "It's just so relaxed." Never got around to asking why I shouldn't. People said the same thing when I went to visit San Francisco - "Oh, you'll never come back." But I think I'm just an east coast girl.
A dude with one of those geometric stick toys on his head just walked in. He sat down on the couch next to me and said, "How you doin', girl?" When in Rome. "Good." Then he said something else, which I couldn't catch. And it occurred to me that he might be on a headset, talking to someone else entirely. And then it occurred to me that the headset might just be in his head.
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