“Clear blue sky, palm trees…

Clear blue sky, palm trees, offshore breeze, nice sunset. Well-dressed black boys on my street selling drugs. Last night I was getting out of the car and one of them came up to me and asked, “Lookin’?”

I pointed to the apartment where I lived and said, “No, living.”

He smiled and said, “I heard that.”

Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins