Three Little Songs

The City of Angels and Constant Dangers

The last few days have been one hell of stretch. The wrong former president died,¹ the right European former wannabe Nazi died,² and Los Angeles decided to set itself on fire.³

I grew to love Jimmy Carter. I didn’t at first because I was a stupid, stupid child.

I told you was stupid.

Eventually I did grow the fuck up and came to see Jimmy as a sort of beaco…