I have just pulled out yesterday’s leftovers from the refrigerator
when someone knocks at the door.
‘Knocks’ probably isn’t the right
word. ‘Knocks’ suggests that I was expecting someone, maybe my parents arriving—cooing
and boisterous—excited to see how their daughter’s changed her childhood home.
Or maybe a boyfriend, bringing homemade apple pie for dessert and cuddling and
maybe something more.
But my parents are gone, I don’t have a boyfriend, and I hate apple pie.
And whoever was at my door was banging on it so hard and so
urgently that for a moment I feared it was the police, even though the police
probably wouldn’t knock at all.
“Coming!” I call over the noise as
I make my way to the front, clicking my tongue when instead of stopping the pounding
just seems to grow faster and harder.
I crack open the door and peer outside even though it’s
almost too dark to see anything anyway. “Hello?”
The overhead light automatically clicks on and everything is
artist | scipio track name | welcome 2 l.a. [feat. casey k & mike ant]
doesn’t matter where you’re from, cali gives love to everyone.
this one is for mini. i know he misses l.a. and i can’t think of a better ‘feel good’ l.a. track. the song has a great piano kick to it and the hook isn’t annoying or too popish; scipio [new to me] also does a great job of keeping the flow nice and mellow. for everyone craving a little bit of cali in their day - have a listen.