After my mother picked me up at the airport, I petted Mandy one more time, and got into my car. My precious. Then I drove home from Westchester, avoiding subways and strangers and confusingly labeled streets.

The wind blew through the hills, almost blowing the car out of its lane at a certain point, but I used to take a VW bug up and down the Grapevine, so I can handle that.

Elvis Costello in the CD player; Gatorade in the drink cup. Just me, inside a lovable chunk of glass and steel, accelerating through the curving freeways and winding roads in East L.A. on a dark Wednesday night.

I may never leave Los Angeles again.

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