I am standing at The Foster Freeze on Telegraph waiting. I had just been into Santino's for a stupid expensive glass of cheap Chiante. It is a dive pizza spot but down the street from my house and secluded. I even have a secret spot for my car so that I won't be spotted. I just needed time to sit on a stool that has been contoured by many an ass and be alone. It is my secret, mine and mine alone. Now waiting for my order I am viewed by many. I adjust my skirt to make sure my knees aren't showing. Insecurity is always unwanted but forever returns. I hate my knees. The circus mix is bizarre but they all have one thing in common, Ice cream on a cold and gloomy Socal day. Only in these places is gloom a part of everyday life and not allowed to alter your behavior. It starts to rain. The girl at the window say's smells like rain, I say it smells like dirt. I get my fries, get into the car, and only make it a few minutes down the road before I have to pull over. The water ...