A summer project I've been working on has been to organize all my digital pictures. I've got nearly 10 years worth of unnamed files, that supposedly represent some of the greatest times in my life, but I've got them everywhere, in no order. So every day I sort through a folder or two, and I can start to see a very faint light at the end of the clutter tunnel.
Today I found this picture. It's somewhere near Hemet, down the 15 freeway, in some nowhere ghetto-fabulous strip mall. I remember being there. I think we were on a road trip and had to pee and this was the only place that looked promising. I asked J, "why the hell did I take a picture of a ghetto strip mall?"
And he says, "because it's the trendiest salon in the world. It's so trendy, it's got no door."
It's like a secret society. You've gotta know the password, and they let you in through the quickie-mart. I bet you go through a check-cashing place on your way, too.
But seriously. I give you Trend Setters Salon. It's so trendy, you can't get in.