Oakland

 

California

.
Oakland California.

Oakland. He said it again and again. Paid attention to the way it felt when it rolled off his tongue.

Oakland California.

How long had he been here now? A month now. Less actually. But the past few weeks had replaced the rest of his life before. The only thing he remembered before Oakland was the 

Seaside Rest

. That room. The shooting. The men who stormed in, taped him up and drove him out to sea. The Kid. That was all. He didn't remember shit about his own child hood. His celebrityhood. His head knew that he was some sort of influencer... that he lived in LA, but he couldn't remember any of that. No feelings.

He had no clue what was next. Actually this was the first time he thought about it. The espresso was hitting different today. Usually his entire perception was absorbed into this black drink. Today he was just drinking it. Just drinking while thinking about other stuff.

Damn he thought. He knew his days in Oakland were now numbered. Soon he would be thinking more than doing and feeling. Then he would be imagining a new life. Finally the itch to run away would come again. Only this time around he could see it all coming.

But now that he could see it coming, would he still do it?