The southward trek continued on; only a couple of cars were encountered while winding along Lincoln to the air traffic towers and spinning radar arrays of LAX. I entered the airport on foot, continuing along walkways to a tunnel which lead under the runway to the El Segundo hotel. A sign next to the tunnel ahead read, ‘no pedestrian or bike traffic.’ Meanwhile, about ten airport police milled about their polished motorcycles. !! Choking back a curse and nonchalantly turning to walk the other way, I continued in the other direction as a steady stream of aircraft dropped out of the sky ahead. Finally able to wheel the corner to turn ninety degrees at the edge of the runway, I headed south again - the sun began to rise as I continued along the runway border. Then, suddenly - sensing the familiar green print of US currency and inspecting for triple digits, I, without stopping, lunged down and picked up - a Benji; yes, then again beholding: $100! Benjammin! This lifetime luck is something I could get used to! Spirits were high upon reaching the Aviation Blvd. Green Line Metro platform and the hotel. There was still an hour to nap, shower and shave before heading back out for another day of work with Hellness.
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