while leveraging our squeaky old Schwinn bikes down the Venice boardwalk this morn dom and i were stopped abruptly and asked to walk instead of roll through a crime scene. yellow caution tape, forensics specialists, white sheet and all, there was a murder a block from my house.
apparently bum-dude got jumped and beat to death.
all while the bright blue ocean rolled in the background and the sunny palms rustled as always.
venice has been getting shadier lately. i've had to wrap my hands in plastic bags and carry bums' beds from my backyard to the dumpster too many times in the last few months.