Out of Place

This is why I take public transit:

Long journey from San Clemente to Burbank (I know, not the most practical use of the metro system). Had to take 4 busses. While waiting for the 92 in downtown LA, the last leg of my trip, saw a row of tents lining the sidewalk. This is at 6th and Los Angeles. Found the stop for the 92 and waited. A couple of young white guys were strolling towards me. Using every bit of my mental faculty to convince myself that there is no reason whatsoever that I should feel out of place, I looked up just as they were passing in front of me side by side. The one closest to me, with a taller more confident stature made casual by a baseball cap, snapped his head toward me, shouted "BAM!", snapped his head forward again, and kept on walkin'. I must have looked out of place :)

Jaxx in Glendale

Stop in front of Jax Bar and Grill in Glendale. Comes aboard a well-dressed black man with a new fedora hat and old-fashioned wing tip shoes.

"You look like you just came from Jaxx," I said to him.

"I did in fact," he said with a smile.

"Ya? How was the music tonight?"

"The music was good, the singer sucked."

"Really? Haha!"

"Ya, man, she was terrible, but her band was good."