There are skunks everywhere in Hollywood. Coyotes too.
Last night Dacheux made friends with a coyote.
"Don't go near it, Pirooz!"
"But it's so cute," Alan said.
"You want me to go say hi?"
"Yes," Timeray nodded.
I reach out my hand. I make kissing sounds.
The coyote stops. Then runs. Then stops again.
He is a good coyote.
"Oh, look how nice," Alan smiles.
Later, we walk down Franklin. I sing to a Nightingale. It whistles back.
"What's up with that crazy bird?" Jesse asks.
"It's a nigthingale," I say. "They don't repeat the same song twice."
We walk towards the Fortress. I tell everyone how I ran into a skunk and cat the night before.
"It was like Peppe Lapew."
"Ha," the group laughs.
"The skunk was sniffing on the cat."
"Skunk love," Alan remarks.
"Heeey," Dacheux winks.
I make a left down Taft. I wave goodbye.
The group stops. They turn. They reach out for shakes and hugs. I offer where I'm needed. I turn again. I cross the street. I think that about how there are a lot of animals in Hollywood. I think about calling Timeray. I do.
She tells me things.
I lean against a tree.
I say goodbye.
I walk home. I lie down. I sleep.
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