where are you?

i started my day at 7 am this morning, taking a walk with rufus at elysian park. the sunlight is so pretty at that time, and i had the place practically to myself. for how crowded this city seems, it always amazes me that i can go up there and feel almost alone. all that space and trees and dirt and solitude for free. so i ask you, l.a., where are you? i'm not saying you should join me, because that would sorta harsh my mellow, to be honest. i'm just sorta stumped. it's there for the taking. so where are all the takers? whatever it is, let's keep it that way. now i know i'm not the first to put the park on blast, so i'm not too worried, but if i suddenly see all you fuckers up there ruining my morning walk, i'm going to be a little bummed. and yeah that's me, listening to my ipod, pumping my fist in the air and shaking my ass as i walk behind my poodle, only caring a little bit that there might be someone behind me laughing.