as we walked through woodlawn i thought why were we and then i saw this house and remembered one time i took a picture from the other side back when i was walking the woeful beagle bark obomba and a face popped in the window and looked mad and scared me so that was years ago and i shyly took another from this side where i found a bag of money once and it's now a nice garden with identifying markers for all the plants and a sculpture about obombaland that's a bird stand with a giant blue egg and a giant golf ball i find very emphatic. there was a burning smell and cops driving all around and one by us was either scoping us or thinking what is that skinny white-ass old honky boy doing round here. i saw new houses by the obomba—meshell royal mosaic the hood be getting it's gentrification on i still like it it's still odd and spooky. two doors down from this house that has a secret story i'd love to know is that guy who gave me a show in his garage cum gallery and i thought about why he snubbed me and what i did to deserve snubbing but it does not matter i wouldn't try to talk to him the show was ok and enough and i got some cool prints and anyway whatever the problem was i'm still the same difficult old boy and he's the same strange guy or strange to me anyway. but, there was a cool graffito face i'll show ya, and that seems to be the second main reason for this leg of the journey. lulu was spooky about 3/4 of the distance. we took many steps i wish we had a counter.