Homeless, Part 2

I made it through Hollywood, as the afternoon light was disappearing, and stood at the eastern border of Beverly Hills where it meets West Hollywood. I looked down at the

cracked and decaying road beneath my feet. The differences—between Beverly Hills and the rest of the world—are not only apparent in social and monetary intangibles often spoke of or reported in many tabloids, but are as concrete as the streets that laid before my feet, where the grayed and weathered roads of West Hollywood meet the meticulously tarred streets of Beverly Hills

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