The swimming pool in the center of my apartment building is shaped exactly—exactly—like a grand piano, a bright blue silhouette matching the sunny California sky. It’s funny that I never noticed until this year, because like Don McClean said, the music doesn’t play here. Not anymore.
This used to be a real wild place. Parties every night. My freshman year I probably vomited in every stairwell in the building (there are four). They keep things quiet now. I certainly don’t raise as much hell as I used to, but I always imagined I’d go out with a bang. When I was 18, I thought things would get wilder. Alas, no.
There’s a black, mangy old crow preening on the rooftop, just obscuring my view of the L.A. city skyline. It’s a rare sight. Usually, I only see doves.
T-minus 36 hours until the end of this long and winding journey. But when one door opens… blah blah blah…
R.J.V.
May 16, 2012
Los Angeles
That’s one badass golden eagle! Photographer Han Bouwmeester snapped this pic of the bird clutching a hunting knife in Västerbotten, Sweden.
THEY RISE
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“One dog goes one way, one dog goes the other way….” (from “Goodfellas”)
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—Tribute Video of the Day: The USC Trojans honor alumnus and NFL great Junior Seau, who died Wednesday of a self-inflicted gunshot wound.
(Source: holymaurymotherofgod)
Rick is from Oregon,goes to USC in L.A.,
and gets into good-natured mischief worldwide.
