"It will rain." they say. They say that every day. And every day, you wait. How long have you waited? You don't know anymore.
You stop at a dusty intersection. At all corners, there are people with fruit stands. The cherries are 2 dollars a pound. You see the sign saying no stands. You look to the police. They have one too. The strawberries are a dollar a basket.
You're walking in LA along Hollywood Boulevard. You walk along the stars. It feels like forever. So many and yet so many still. You eventually find your own name on one for film. You have never been in a movie. Or so you think.
"Let's go to In-N-Out," says your friend. Which one? There are no other burger places around. There is only In-N-Out. There is always only In-N-Out.
You walk past a person in a Dodgers hat. Not uncommon. Everyone owns one. Everyone you walk past wears one. You reach up onto your head. You are one of them.
You go to a restaurant with a friend. Everything is gluten free. You don't mind. Everything is. What even is gluten? You don't know, but you are horrified by it.
The beach is nice in the summer. The beach is nice in spring. The beach is nice. The beach is your friend, your overlord. You must respect it. Bow to it before stepping on its sandy shores.
You get onto the 405. Siri says you only go 5 miles before getting off on the exit ramp. It has been decades since she said that last. Your hands are old and wrinkled as they grip the wheel. Siri says you have 4 miles to go. It's faster than usual.
You park your car on the side of the road and get out. The beach. You look at the top of your car to find a surfboard. You don't own a surfboard. You do now and have accepted it as your new way of life. You go to put on your wetsuit.
Your friend says she has tickets to the next concert. You ask where. She laughs. It is everywhere. The Bowl. The Forum. Staples Center. It is everywhere at once. All concerts are.
You debate on where to go for summer vacation. The fight ensues. Magic Mountain, Knott's Berry Farm, Universal Studios, and Disneyland. They fight for your affection and your money for when summer comes. This happens every year.
The palm tree outside your window waves at you in the wind. The palm trees are your ever present, looming protector. They are always watching.
You hear the chiming of the elotero's cart. You grab your money and run out the door. There is no elotero. The bell still rings. It always rings.
Today is April 15, a date in Major League Baseball known as Jackie Robinson day. Today for every single game played the MLB will wear the number 42, Jackie Robinsons number which has now been retired around the whole league (only number like this) for the last 15 years. Mariano Rivera was the last to wear 42 because he got it before they retired as well as got permission from the Robinson family. Aside from this being an important day for baseball with marking the first African American to play in an all White professional sports league it’s also a day to realize who Jackie Robinson was. Robinson was one of the top athletes in 3 different sports at UCLA; Baseball, Football and Track. Not only was he a great athlete but he was also a highly decorated War Veteran. The story goes unrealized that so many people owe so much to Jackie Robinson, without him things could have changed but with him they changed in a way that would help spark a change that is forever etched in history.