Rec | TAKING “A LOOP”

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I take a drive from my house into Griffith Park, entering via Vermont. I drive past the Greek, up the hill to the Observatory, down through Fern Dell, then I get onto Los Feliz and come back home. I do this whenever I’m happy, sad, ecstatic, suicidal, or am feeling the need to celebrate something. I will often stop at the 7-11 for a Celsius beforehand and drink it on the loop. Less frequently, I’ll put my car in neutral at the top of the hill and see how far I can get down without shifting into drive.

@benny

Nov 13, 2023

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