On the streets of Inglewood the crush of Christmas hit me. Here again. Already. The lights strung on a gated apartment annoyed me. Why, I thought, do they still have their lights up? Then I remembered that it has not even started. Did it ever end?
On the streets of Inglewood the crush of Christmas hit me. Here again. Already. The lights strung on a gated apartment annoyed me. Why, I thought, do they still have their lights up? Then I remembered that it has not even started. Did it ever end?