Lines I like

I routed through the streets all the way here because my mood is too delicate for the 210. And besides, I am not interested in getting anywhere fast

In LA, heaven is always just one block up from hell.

Not out of luxury exactly, but out of longing. The kind of longing that sneaks in at night when you’re lying awake, half-listening to the radiator hiss or the muffled bass of your neighbor’s terrible taste in music.