I miss being up there. I used to date a woman there, her name was Tori. She was a vampire, sort of. I met her at a bar in Long Beach called Que Sera that was hosting their monthly goth night. She was a year younger than me and was a bit shy but her and I still danced at a few points. She wore cat ears, and this gigantic black dress with a petticoat under it. I fell in love with her that night.
We exchanged phone numbers and I vowed to come visit her up in Monrovia (right next to Pasadena) as soon as possible.
A week later we set up a meet time and I drove up to pick her up from her massive, empty house. She was a photographer, or at least she wanted to be. Darling child looked just like Anne Frank. We went for a hike up to the Monrovia waterfall but she had trouble due to her huge dress. I held her hand as we walked up the hill and eventually we reached there.
We sat next to each other on a rock.