this doesnt even tell the whole story

i picked up amber in beverly hills yesterday around 2:30pm.

on the way there i took this picture a block away from Rodeo by sticking my phone out the window.

i shouldn’t have done that to my phone.

the air is poisoned. the smoke. the fumes. the sadness from our friends.

it must be terrible to have to breath it all in because theres nothing good about it.

yesterday the sun looked down as ashes blew down like tears, even as far away as down town

which is worlds away from Malibu and Thousand Oaks.

my cats, who haven’t done this since they were kittens, took it out on the toilet paper roll.

even they know.