My Angel Tupac - To Live And Die In L.A.

It's been another glorious day in sunny, southern California. Holly and Camry were on the way home after a long morning of haggling in the Alley. Anyone who's been to L.A. should know that the Alley is the downtown wholesale district. Not only are sample designer fashions available, but one could outfit their whole family, from the granny to the crumb snatchin', blood-sucking babies. 

Exiting the 10 freeway at Crenshaw, the lights are in Holly's favor, so she continues to mash. Wait! 

Are they making ANOTHER movie? Gosh, I promise, I'm getting sick of them blocking off the streets, and eating their gourmet cheese in their ugly, 50 foot, personal trailers and stuff, Holly hated. 

Girl! That was Tupac, Camry yelled out. Skkkkuuurrrrrr!  The little red BMW came to a screeching halt. 

Sitting at the light headed south, Holly couldn't wait to whip the little red BMW around and find that gorgeous, charming, and charismatic, man who was headed north toward Hollywood. The chase was on!

Now driving the right way, Holly cut off car after car in a twisted game of leap frog as she made a desperate dash to lay eyes on that gorgeous, charming, and charismatic, man who was headed north toward Hollywood. The traffic was starting to get thick and Holly was getting sick, the farther behind she became. Quick! Turn right and then turn left! Presto! Holly was now traveling parallel to Crenshaw on her quest to find Tupac.

Kicking up trash and blowing by dead palm tree leaves that littered the streets, Holly pushed onward. Every so-often, Holly glanced west toward Crenshaw just to get a glimpse of Tupac, that gorgeous, charming, and charismatic, man who was headed north toward Hollywood.

Argh! I think we lost them Holly whined. Let's go one more block, Camry said. One more block turned into to five more blocks. I'm getting tired now. We are almost to Wilshire, Holly sighed. "I'm done!" Holly has the the little red BMW in fourth gear as she races back toward Crenshaw. The light is in her favor. Holly down shifts to third and whips a smooth left turn, almost on two wheels. The turn was so smooth that the gorgeous, charming, and charismatic, man who was headed north toward Hollywood peeped Holly's game. He winked. Holly winked and she was gone. They passed like two ships sailing in the night. That was all Holly needed. What a way to live. Another perfect day in L.A.  :-D

Later, Camry had to help Holly out of the car. It seemed that Holly's  head had swelled even bigger than it already was. Holly was finally out of the car and skipped into the house singing, "I saw my baby dad-dee! I saw my baby dad-dee!"  

Thanks for stopping by! Check back tomorrow for the last installment of My Angel Tupac.

Please enjoy a part of my day with Tupac Amaru Shakur.