First I wake up early to talk to my friend in France for a good hour. It’d been years.
Then I get ready to go to Beverly Hills.
I went back! It’s just. I can’t.
Then back home to get ready to go to South Central to drop off furniture. Maybe a little detour in Inglewood to jam? Not this time.
Back home, Spurs win. Potato salad. Design books. Dreams. Hope.