i’m in the mexicana lounge at los angeles airport, and i feel like i’m in
an odd time and geography warp.
the lounge is filled with chinese businessmen eating noodles out of styrofoam
bowls and sade(shar-day, remember her?)is playing on the lounge stereo.
we’re en route to monterey, mexico, where we’re playing a show on wednesday.
and, again, ‘we’ isn’t the royal ‘we’, it’s me and the people with whom i travel.
oops, flight is boarding.
see you in mexico.
moby
