There’s a house in LA, full of people and cats. Full of life. It is a house where people live. The house is a community.
Bikes, games, Jimmy, skateboarding, big dummy, Smalls, Reed, guitars, spanish omelette, Patricia, welcome to Silverlake, Japanther, Andrew, ants, tents, Kyla, budzilla, Food not Bombs, BRC’s, Peter, Ros, heat, coffee, warmth, friends, we keep going, we keep staying, palm trees, The Sofa, The Porche, an old piano, Tim, welcome, camp shower, cleaning party, killing nazies, Boots, Leo, bicycle film festival, a rat, comfy mattress, The Swede, Joel and Brigitte, sunset junction, Monty, bicycles, patches, Red Riding Hood, weed butter, Obama, Erin, Josh, pasta, the new one, graffiti, cockroaches, helicopters, people’s rides, stars, Ira and Ashira: thank you.