At the Los Angeles Times building there were food trucks. I have learned to at least inspect them to see if it is the real deal or is somebody trying to push foo-foo food on me.
I wasn't supposed to go near those trucks in the first place. Trying to cut back on carbs and the lard of the land.
Over yonder was a truck that had something to do with shaved ice. Now I was raised a water ice girl, which is not the same thing. It is better. But I was far away from getting any rum raisin water ice anytime soon so you gotta go with the flow.
I was dehydrated. Which is why I ordered a stawberry, coconut and mango shaved ice concoction with a base of vanilla ice creme.
I ordered the small one but I got a huge ice cone of wonderment. I rested my body along side of the Times building and just slurped. It was hot, the bikes were bressing by and all was right with the world.
I walked around the corner I found a ledge I could sit on and continued to suck and slurp. I was indeed orally fixated.
There was a bike in the shape of a motorcycle. Then a old rattly one just out of the garage. Expensive gear that must have cost a good $500 to start.
There were the sound of bikes. But it was also quiet. Peaceful.
You don't get that often in a big city. You have to work on it.
The above photo was when I was just about to break though to the ice creme level. I figured I should have something to show for my pleasure. It was small enough by that point that I could place it on the ledge to take the photo.
Shortly after the photo was taken there was nothing more to slurp. I walked and walked and walked.
It was a good day for it.