the other day...

The other day, me and Juliene drove to Los Angeles, to Santa Monica Pier, to 3rd Street Promenade to meet with Margie. We strolled 3rd street looking at shops, and walked to the pier, where we had dinner at Bubba Gump, where they did not like their drinks (they both ordered same drink, Lava Float), where we ate shrimps, clams and chicken fingers, where I drank pomegranade, a light drink, almost like lemonade. After dinner we had our palms read by a fat lady with her own stall, purplish, with signs saying "$3 for palm reading". And so we did, and although I was not ecstatic nor did believe in anything she said, my friends, the girls, believed it so. It was an okay day, nothing too fun. People seldomly have too much fun anymore as they grow older. They leave, they forget, and sometimes abandon their childhood, that innocence behind. I would like to be easily wondered again, to just exist freely and dream. To not get caught in life's web, its illusions, its serious entanglement. I can still be free. It is just a matter of change of mind.