Don’t be fooled by the rocks that I got. I’m still Maggie from the block.

This woman is wearing spike heels, and I am watching her ankles. They shake perceptibly with each tiny step, and she seems to be having trouble balancing her bag on her arm. Who is she trying to attract with the hobbled, mincing look? Perhaps she has a thing for muggers.

There is a store on Valencia Street that sells–among other things–small, dead alligators dressed as Victorian women. They are relatively expensive. Apparently, customers purchase these items and bring them home for display in the living room. Their friends visit and say, “Goodness. What is that?” The proud owners say, “That is a small dead reptile dressed to resemble a turn-of-the-century Christmas caroler.” To which the friends reply, “Oh.”