Simply Elegant (rough draft WIP)

I was asked to share some of my rhymes at the a fundraising event for a friend that had recently passed. Long story short, a mutual third party acquaintance kept inadevrantly bringing us together. On this given night I was on my way to meeting up with said aqcuaintance but changed my plans last minute when
We'd been seeing each other plutonically at scattered moments all year long typically with friends, hanging out and eventually began chillin' together after work. For the first time since we'd met we were finally really talking, we've known each other for a few years now through our mutual musician friends but for the most part remained in our own different worlds. She'd just moved back to L.A. after having graduated film school, I noticed we kept seeing each other around more and more often at bars, shows or sometimes just with mutual homies. I eventually told her this but, for whatever reason I actually remember the last time I'd seen her really, I mean prior to this recent time. It was a few years back in Boyle Heights at a sushi bar on First and Soto. She was having a drink with a friend and when I brought it up she remembered. This was when the afore mentioned establishment was the local go to watering hole, quite possibly because apparently other than a Mexican restaurant down the street it was the only bar in all of Boyle Heights that had a full liquor license. It was one of those random afternoons long ago when the east side crew would casually walk in ten deep with the sole intention of a round or two and end up staggering out after last call thirty of us on our way to the after hours just next door at the billiard bar. I asked her something to the effect of why she was out of town but said that Boyle Heights was actually her neighborhood, we left it at that, as she walked out with her friend for whatever reason she handed me her glass of beer, the night went as most nights did, rolling into the next day, a social justice action, a band practice, an open mic, a show, an after party, that was that.

For her frame and being vegan she sure eats alot, let me tell you. We met up in little tokyo once and she wanted ramen from the spot with the anime characters on the walls on first between Central and San Pedro, as soon as she made herself comfortable she looked at me and with a buzzed and stoned smile said, "I'm a tragona"

Last time we kicked it we had whiskey and beer at a spot where she got hooked up by the bartender, I told her "we'll blaze all night" she was down, three feet of space and a clear understanding at all times. It would be an understatement to say she is a certified cabrona and proud of it, at some random point that night while sharing a cig I told her, "I see you have several guards up and its very clear that you verbalize your issues with me bluntly but I'm actively trying, and I havent wanted to try in a really long time" she merely reiterated that she is well aware of my lifestyle as am I of hers.

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