After a run to the stultifyingly dull post office, I went over to the OOGCP for a refresher latte. Ah! There's the Hollywoods! And Mrs. Hollywood is wearing the tattooed jumpsuit again! AAAHH! This time she has a tan rabbit fur vest over it. Oh my goodness. But for whatever reason, maybe the clouds coming in and the temperature drop, the Hollywoods are very quiet and subdued today. They sit silently at a table, Mrs. Hollywood writing something in a notebook, while Mr. Hollywood stares sadly out the window. They both look older today. Maybe they miss Hollywood. Somehow, I feel a little sad for them. Maybe I have become kind of fond of them.

And here's to you, Mrs. Hollywood,
The Internet loves you more than you will know.
God bless you, please Mrs. Hollywood
Heaven holds a place for those who dress,
Yes, yes, yes
Yes, yes, yes.

We'd like to know a little bit about you for my blog
We'd like to know just how you see yourself.
Look around you, all you see are underdressed hipster kids,
Stroll around the coffee shop until you feel at home.

I couldn't stay, but I did peer just a little into their TOYOTA OF HOLLYWOOD car, which I didn't even notice was parked next to me until I returned to my car. The passenger mirror is still dangling, outrageously. There was a deck of cards spread all over the backseat floor, a bottled water there as well. On the dash was a small stuffed cheetah. That made me think about the lingerie of Mrs. Hollywood, which is surely 90% animal print fabrics. Maybe 95%.

I wonder if someday soon they will return to Hollywood to follow the sun, driving the Toyota down Highway 1, mirror clanking against the side of the car, looking for a good place to get a cup of coffee.