I’m leaving this place now. I regret that I made zero effort to pursue options out here. I really do. But I’m coming home.

I’m physically sick, I’m tired. I have a long drive and right now, my only plan is to get out of the sprawl of LA. I really wish I had done something out here. Truly a shame.

“Excuse me sir, can you spare some change for food? Some people give us food instead of change,” she tells me as her child walks into Starbucks ahead of her.
“I don’t have any food. Here’s all I have.”

It’s time to go. I’m down 5 cigarettes from the homeless and have no change left.