May 2015 Film – The harsh lights from the car wash seem to dull around the body of this car. Most of it seemed to be the pride that the owner bestowed on its armor. He wiped down its finish, just waiting for someone to pass by and strike up a conversation.
Soto Street Bridge is below, with Elephant Hills watching over. To think that on the other side of those hills is a high school, with high fences and bars on windows and toilet stalls without doors and broken mirrors, and hundreds of lockers throughout the campus, but no one can use them.
Today I ventured up Moonstone, and then to Onyx and it turns out that Rose Hills has a series of streets named after minerals and other geologically difficult to pronounce words in Spanglish, so all the tias say, “Voy a onxs, y moon.”
At the top of the hill is an altar to La Virgen de Guadalupe. But does that make her La Virgen de Rose Hills or El Sereno?