Well, we are in Hollywood. This is Cosmo St. One of the tiniest side streets off of The Boulevard of Broken Dreams. The live and work condo spaces on the distant right are a hiddeous homage to Bauhaus. Further on my walk, I spied an interesting character. (See left)
His look is so 80’s, it makes my head spin. The fellow’s haircut goes beyond the mohawk. It looks more like the top of an elephant plant. Even though we were in the midst of the Reagan/first Bush years (1980-92) I had a blast in college and up to my late twenties: playing dress up, going clubbing, and engaging in unhealthy behaviors. Sweet bird of youth, where did you go? I’ll be frank, I miss those days when you could dress like a freak and act like a freak and nobody even cared.
Laters, Hollywood Russ