It’s a fine romance. It was a day and night on the beach when she turns forty. Yes, that Venice Beach.
“This is foreplay, my friend. Did you know the feeling one gets straddling across that seat? It is the physical entailment, those simple directions from brain to feet, and an appreciation of the eloquent character of Venice Beach with no apology. This echoes in my head as I cross from the Bike Path over to the main Oceanfront Walk ever so mindful of those who are standing before me and flagging me down. Someone else wants my attention.”