May 15, Los Angeles . 2nd night.

May 15, Los Angeles . 2nd night. Morning Erick cut bamboo in yard, I tried to help him to do some work. But basically I felt my whole body was full of laziness, the wether was hot, my mind was mud. Afternoon we went to Venice. On the road, the wind plus car speed washed my all mud away. I thought I should go out work -- play flute. The cars on freeway are same as flood, I have never seen so many cars in my whole life, and every car is same as a crazy horse, just running. A Mendocino villager comes to LA that is same as rural mouse comes to city. I like Venice beach, the side walk is full of joyce. We stopped to see a street performance. They did great job. I felt so sorry I did n't have wallet with me. Erick took out $11, let me give to them. Skiboards are some people's transportation tool on side walk or bike road. Skiboard is same as big truck, it is a reminder of Christopher. I just can't quit thinking of him, even I tried. When I think of him, I want to cry... Life is beautiful, but sometimes not that simple. Some musician tried to sell their CDs. A black young man caught Erick. He was successful. Because if you want to buy , you buy. If you dont want to buy, you buy. Even this was unfair business, but it looked like they talked well. The young man has very sweet face, if his nose was higher and straighter, He would be the sweetest in the world. So the rest of walk Erick had two pieces of CDs in his hands. I hope it is great music. May God bless that young man. We walked on sand and water to turn back. Every thing is so good, every where is beautiful. God is graceful for us. We ate Indian food as dinner with Erick's friend Mike.