sentimental vomit.

it never rains there. or at least not when i'm around. the sun seems to shine always, even at night. the smell hasn't changed either. i'm not sure what it is exactly, maybe its the mixture of smog and the sent of palm trees that the wind seems to carry everywhere it goes. Rilo Kiley has a song about Glendora. "it's new years eve in glendora, i'm the only living person in glendora.." i could be the only living person there and still be the happiest i'll be. almost 20 years later and nothing seems to have changed. jaime's voice is still the same. her house still smells the same. she had the palm tree in the front yard removed during the renovations and the blood orange tree in the back yard is taller than concrete wall now. my mother is so happy there. the happiest i've seen her since the last time we were there. home is where the heart is. we spent two days in the desert. we drove by where we use to live. it looks the same too. i can't imagine what life would like if i had stayed there. if that is where i grew up. probably married and had two kids or something... who knows. penny lives in lake los angeles. a lake that was constructed in the 1960's as an incentive for people to move out to the suburbs only to let it go dry 10 years later. now it mostly consists of dirt and old weather worn home. my aunt keeps three goats, a turtle, and two dogs in her back yard. she's thinking about rescuing the pinto from her neighbours yard too.

joshua tree (found only in the mojave
desert) only grows about 10cm in a on
year period.

venice beach.






hollywood.


jaimes back yard in glendora.




tehachapie.

beverly hills.





i wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

tehachapie.
















mr nicolas likes to snore like an old man.


this is what's left of my mother's father. i never knew him.