Nobody Walks in LA (Worst II) or How I Killed My Friend (again)

— Your stragedy worked?

Yes, by the grace of, grace of, I don’t know what. I veered quickly right. I felt a splash of water and tar on my rear left leg. I turned and saw Lamont lunge into the pool. He fought, of course, and the more he fought the more firmly stuck he became. He called out, in tiger, of course. I trumpeted my apologies and said I hoped I’d see him later when we weren’t in this miserable predator-prey connection. Soon bubbles rose to the surface.

— Wow.

Next time I saw Lamont, we were both trees. But that’s LA for you. If it’s not traffic it’s tar pits.

Lamont and Dude are characters I came up with in 2014. They have the uncanny ability to remember many of their past incarnations which gives them an unusual perspective on life, the universe and everything.

5 thoughts on “Nobody Walks in LA (Worst II) or How I Killed My Friend (again)

  1. Ja, that was good and very funny. Have heard of those tar pits – seems they find all sorts of things in them from the prehistoric days.

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