I was walking around my lake yesterday, enjoying the fresh Los Angeles air. In front of me, there was a young man with endless tattoos and long blond hair, kicking a soccer ball. I trailed behind him around the lake, until I decided to take a seat on a bench I had never sat in before. A few quiet moments passed. I savored each one. Until a soccer ball came whizzing by me and into the lake water. “Bummer!” was my…
