No Space For Me

"You don't seem like the typical LA girl..." You're words run over and over in my head.

Were they foreshadowing the night to come when I walked into your stank ass, aged-bong water-smelling room, a house cluttered and dangling with everything thats ever caught your eye

and did not roll my eyes, kept my mouth shut.

Stayed and watched customers buy your dreams, colorful names and prices written in dry erase purchased the Samurai swords above them, the rarest, flesh faced puffer below. All your things begin to distract me.

But I laughed my way through the crowded, pungent, unfamilar surroundings

Wondering what the typical LA girl would have done