He screamed for hours into a cell phone as he paced around the trailer in the parking lot of every gas station from here to LA.

He wrote his best songs at his worst, after the phone calls with his soul mate. The woman never understood the artist but if she didn’t tear him apart he never would’ve written those songs.

FROM HERE TO LA BY SCOTT LAUDATI 34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 15

We drove from here to LA

in total silence because Ace Enders said we should.

Of course he talked for hours,

actually he screamed and he did it for hours,

into a cell phone as he paced around the trailer

in the parking lot of every gas station

from here to LA

He wrote his best songs at his worst,

after the phone calls with his soul mate.

The woman never understood the artist

but if she didn’t tear him apart

he never would’ve written those songs

and I wouldn’t have fallen asleep each night

listening to him finger the guitar strings

and singing about the love he would see

when we finally sold enough merch to fly her

from here to LA

His hair grew long

(he was the converse wearing allstar)

he grew out his beard

(mad whiskers on a mad dog)

and somewhere between Wi…