Writing today from Culver City.

Just back from a run around the neighborhood that raised me, I’m typing while trying to keep my sweaty hands off the keyboard, resting my forearms on my mom’s office desk in what used to be my brother’s room. Across the hall is what was once my childhood bedroom, now the guest room, with floral bedding swapped for a dark grey, unassuming duvet.

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