I'll hike Runyan Canyon in heels. I'll drape myself in prayer beads at the loudest club. I'll paint henna on my arms before going to the baseball game. I'll wear a patchwork skirt, torn and tattered to the boutiques. I'll open my heart to the worst of it. I'll sing you a song as you beg me for change.
I remember it. 1995 and it was hot as hell. The city was new to us, and old to many. It was about slacking off and getting laid. Playing music and smoking whatever came our way. We were young and stupid, but it was the best time of our lives.