I ran down the stairs to the garage. The woman who lived below me, came out of the car when I have a garage in the file. E 'Totin Maggie was a cigarette with ash-colored skin and a rough voice, because the product was damaged because of years of vocal chords to scream too loud at parties and breathe tobacco smoke incessantly rang. She was tall, fat and chest, his hair bleached white, wore too much time for his age, I guessed somewhere around forty. Blacks wearing clothes, the newspaper made him look like a witch albino. E 'was also a single mother of a girl who was apparently out of control. I have often seen this girl to go home at four in the morning when I was about to go to work. He was only thirteen, but he seemed in a hurry, are growing. His mother did not seem too much of its treatment. I drove to a nearby street and my car parked near a couple of other cars at the entrance of a lane of fire. I stretched for about five minutes, and then I went on my way along the main choice, at the foot of the Santa Monica (California). The sun pierces the clouds and I was just kissed by the hot sun. I went to a rocky area filled with caves that have created millions of years of wind and water erosion. Chumash Indians once lived in these caves before the arrival of Europeans. I left a bit 'on the right and turn the paths that I discovered when I was about eight years. Courses ever in the mountains. Soon I was running a series of winding paths. I found myself on top of the highest mountain in this area. I gave it a rest and take in the beautiful-three hundred sixty degrees around me. I was around the mountain before me, the hills around me and the San Fernando Valley in the distance behind me. I watched the sunset over the mountains and for a time at my favorite place to meditate on the ground. When I came back, I see the lights of the valley could see one million shining like fireflies. I was about five miles from the nearest civilization, but it felt like five hundred. Half an hour later, I began my journey back to civilization. It was dark, but I have not done those lost are worried because I knew the road like the palm of my hand. Rattlesnakes were all in a state of hibernation, coyotes are not much to fear, but mountain lions are a different story. Even if the attacks were rare in humans, had killed several people in California in recent years. I do not want to be the next rare event, so I'm sure) by my presence, singing loudly (and a bit 'off-announce Keys. Suddenly I saw a silhouette of a person before them on the road ahead of me. I do not see other people who have used up in the mountains. I approached with caution. As I got closer and closer to the dark figure, I noticed that this person was just a fork in the dirt. When I go around this person, I noticed that there was a teenager. Wore a brown nylon shorts and a yellow T-shirt that says, Calabasas Cross Country Team on the front. He looked very worried, and seemed lost. I turn right at the fork, and the boy followed behind me. As we walked the trail roller coaster has begun to move. We ran into a great valley of tall grass, then the baby started to fall a little 'back. I made my step a little 'until I could see him walking slowly behind me on track. When we are in rocky areas, with all the caves that are suddenly on the group of children who were once famous. They walked slowly along the track and passing around a bottle of whiskey. A girl saw us approaching, and the group broke with the bottle of whiskey in his hand. When we adopted the child, was the bottle of whiskey for us, and with a sarcastic, drunken voice, said: "You must be thirsty! Full moon today seem to be on earth and it is clear that this girl was thirteen years old daughter of female albino witch who lived in the apartment below me. She was too drunk to recognize me. Then he trotted toward the group of young drunks and smile along our course through the desert. Copyright 2006. P. Michael Connelly
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