Jesus of Hollywood Blvd.
I never really believed, but I guess I always knew you would come.
I don’t know why no one followed you. I mean, I did. I followed you, but when no one else joined us I had to wonder a bit.
Did they see you?
Did they know you?
Did they think you were here to purchase the autograph of a poorly outfitted Superman, or to photograph your own feet atop Gene Autrey’s star?
Is this it? Is this the end?
Or are you here just for me?
I don’t even know what to think about this. I don’t even know what to assume. I don’t know what to do. Until I figure it out, I will just keep following.