Rain, rain. Go away. Come again another day. Don’t want to stay on the freeway. Rain, rain. Go to Spain. Brandon’s at home sick again. Rain, rain. Why Tuesday? Where were you on Saturday When I was in the theater all day? *sigh*

*Blip* *Blip* *Blip* Only a speck on a radar. Not significant Enough To pay attention to Yet ever present. *Blip* *Blip* *Blip* Like a gnat. A distant mosquito. A stubborn fly. Its absence would be just Enough To make someone wonders Hey, did it all of the sudden just get Quiet In here? *Blip* *Blip* *Blip* And they move on along As the little *Blip* Fades into the dark corner *Blip* Of a lonely night *Blip* Where she belongs *Blip*

It’s only fitting that on the eve of my 30th birthday I would post something random. Something I wrote on the bus on July 5: LA Sky is blue Oddly enough Wide open from the 110 To the Ocean I’m trapped In a box on four wheels Running the same route Day in and Day out Emergency exit is Shut tight Barred by red handles Music in my ears Shakespeare in my backpack Notebook in my lap Searching for something