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Realizing the last bus departed an hour ago, suddenly I had all the time in the world, or at least until the morning bus at five am. I started out south, striding to Venice. Ducking past the hideous bearded ballerina clown, I eeked my way down to the beach, then strolled along the empty beat. Seedy characters put me on alert or compelled me to maneuver around. Waiting patiently by the canals, I wondered just what type of night this would be… At 2am I started along the canal walkways, contemplating the use of canoes tied up at residence docks. Ducks went scurrying as I crossed over arched bridges, making my way to Marina del Rey. Upon stretching across the city line and checking map routes around the marina, it began to seem possible. I walked on, and on – stopping only to cool the feet as to not get blisters. At a 24 hour gas mart, I was ready for some pastry, and the lady handed over an extra penny with my change, saying, ‘It’s a lucky penny for you… and when a Brazilian gives you luck, it’s for life…’ I offered a lucky penny in return, but she smiled and said the penny she gave meant good luck for her, too. Lifetime luck and a blueberry danish – sweet!