Tucked away along the alley behind Cafe Tropical stands a row of 58 cigarettes. One lipstick-stained Camel stands out. As local legend has it, whosoever draws this cigarette from the concrete is the rightful King of Silverlake.
What now?
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I’d rather be the lowliest peon in Pacoima than be the king of Silver Lake.
not queen?
Man, I gotta start getting out more again. I live essentially around the corner and one block away from this and wouldn’t have found out about it without Ron and losanjealous. Thank you!
A pleasant change from the three drunk homeless dudes and pee-infused mattress normally found in that same alley.
Are those GIANT cigarettes? Can I bum one?
King of Silver Lake? Maybe if you can time travel me back to 1995.
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