Running out of gas on the I-5 returning from visiting Alix and Dayton in LA. I landed the bronco in a field a few miles from the gas station as the sun set.

I romanticized their life there. I remember staying for a party and feeling extremely awkward lol. Socializing outside of the bubble of their friendship felt difficult. Their kindness was comforting. Wandering the streets with them felt like a form of play. I liked trying to become their style, tricking yourself into seeing the city as an artwork.