I Know These People

I know these people that wherever they go, wherever they are, they just change everything around them. They bring with them not only themselves, their physicality so to speak, but a whole aura, an ever-expanding energy that lights aflame everything they touch.

Ira is in London.

And last night we ended up eating fish and chips while sitting on the pavement, we talked to an angel-headed drunkard, listened to old rare jazz vinyl in a nameless trendy pub, I deejayed in a secret -most likely illegal- location, discovered that for the young white anglosaxon East London artsy-trendy crowd cumbia is the new punk, drank more than we should have, walked and walked and walked and debated and debated and debated, until everything was this big buzz of frantic crazed energy.

And this was only her first day.

Que dios nos agarre confesados.