Yesterday I opened my mailbox here at the apartment for the first time and the space was absolutely crammed with old mailings and letters addressed to previous renters of my apartment. Most of the papers were crumpled. I can just imagine the postal worker having to shove each new letter in there to make it fit. It was an interesting experience, going through all these females’ old mail. Victoria’s Secret, IKEA, Pier 1, L.A. Zoo, all kinds of things. I guess it was just one of those moments when you realize that you are indirectly connected to other people and that by chance these women and I happened to live in the same apartment at different times. That spiritual moment was ruined by the next thing I saw, my very first encounter with a girl taking the walk of shame, holding her high heels in her left hand and wearing a black party dress from the night before, hair and makeup a mess. As usual, back to reality.
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