Supernatural Love

I was listening to that song when I embarked my SuperShuttle at 10:20pm, after 11 hours in the sky.

We leave LAX, I look at the buildings, Square Enix, DirecTV. We hit the famous ramp that makes you overlook downtown. I smile, closing my eyes and feeling the cool breeze from the open window. Hi, convention center! Now we are heading to the North, we pass that bridge that I did so many times on my bike, looking down at the freeway. Dodger Stadium, 2 miles. On my way to Burbank/Glendale. Modern architecture here and there, my eyes catching them as much as I can while the woman in the back wonders “’the fuck is he looking at outside?”. A young couple is kissing on a bench in front of a Del Taco. 24 hour CVS drive thru pharmacy, Ha! I have arrived. My host is so good to me. I can’t sleep, I much prefer landing in the afternoon, my body doesn’t have the time to understand that it just spent half a day in the air.

My body is hard. I literally moved tons and tons over the past six months. Last week alone, took my old mattress down, got the new one up, alone. Moved my parents’ kitchen to my grandma’s house, mostly alone. Unmounted my home studio, moved all the heavy bags of dirt from the attic. When I take my heavy suitcase in the car mom is like, “you’re out of breath!” and I kind of wanted to tell her, “bitch, when was the last time you did any heavy lifting on your own?” but that’s rude. I know she didn’t mean anything. That’s my weird family, three days before leaving mom didn’t know that dad couldn’t give me a lift. They all live in the same house but I swear, it’s like they aren’t. Meanwhile I make sure to do as much as I can to help them out, like waking up early on Sundays to paint some stuff because they can only complain about it, even though my sister, dad or mom could have done it. Now it’s done, BAM thanks Harold. I love fixing stuff. I just love tightness. I love caring and see that everything in my reach is all right and if not, that I can change that.

I’m dreaming of going to LAX in a couple of years and pick up anyone who would come to visit me and say to them, “It’s so good to see you! Welcome to Los Angeles”.