Mikel and Jason

Life never ceases to amaze me.
Today once again I was on my own, my love is somewhere at Lake fucking Elsinor and yeah. I miss him so much every freakin moment. But thats besides the point right now. Because the amazing things always happen when I am all alone. For example, when I took the bus down to Venice beach I saw this mexican family and the daughter was like 11 and so pure and innocent looking, so pretty, so nice and friendly....And guess what, on my way home I met them again, - I thought that was funny.
Then I go to this pizza place because yesterday night (yet another wild story!) after coming home from dancing around 5 AM I was CRAVING pizza and delayed eating it until tonight.
So I walk into this pizza place and there are those two boys sitting. One is reading newspapers one is writing something in a moleskin note book. I stop and say, oh I have the same, moleskine, isn't it and before I really realize it I sit at their table and we are talking like we were old friends. I think I apologized my remark by saying, that I hardly ever see anybody write something here in LA except for homeless people, which is very funny as you soon will realize.
Mikel is totally pleased and in awe because usually it s him who is like that and he enjoys leaning back and watch things unfold. So we talk, what do you do in freakin LA etc. and after having established a certain level of trust (they invited me to some more pizza) it turns out Jason is a college drop out and sleeping out there somewhere (so he IS homeless although he doesn't look like it) and Mikel just says his life is totally boring but they are friends since 14 years and out there together. Last night in this heavy rain his sleeping back got totally drained and to make a long story short he is sleeping in my sleepingbag now at a safe place.
This encounter was magical, because it was so matching. so coincidental and so not. he said i was god sent, but well, i just guess the three of us spoke the same language, if you know what i mean. I help if I can, just like with the story of the old jew and chabba, the hungarian dreamer. And I am helped along my way all the time too. So this is how magic and love and life work for me...