Body High 2: Beyond Nutrition Betrayal
A quest for that feeling of building as one's body declines
On the way to the Hollywood 24-Hour Fitness, I encountered some Vine Street hobos. Or street people. Or bums. Whatever you want to call them, they were unhoused in these minutes before dawn.
Regular readers know that my jam is hitting the streets before sunrise with the joggers, dog walkers, and people who prep this white people’s playground. The hours before sunrise are among the most covertly dope times on the clock, our most unpretentious and under-utilized.
It was not even seven when the hip hop erupted. Strident lyrics in the chorus were something about being broke. These song words became more comprehensible when I glimpsed the first homeless person dance. Cuz you broke! Cuz you broke! His movements were jerky and emphatic and three feet off the sidewalk, into Vine Street.
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