Someone Else's Life

I am currently staring at a new purchase I made yesterday due to a freak cold snap we're experiencing here in Los Angeles.

It is a brown suede coat, with a faux fur collar. I got it at Goodwill.

I bought the coat because it's warm. But I also bought it because it came with two used tickets to the movie Mulholland Drive in the front right pocket. The tickets are dated, October 23, 2001. The last time a coat of this sort was in style.

I like the fact that I know exactly where this coat was on a Tuesday night, five years ago when I was still in my 20s.

It has a history, this coat-- a history which isn't mine. That's the appeal. It sort of smells like it has a past. Not in a bad way, just in a way that reminds me that it lived in this neighborhood long before I moved in.

It has been to a movie I have never even seen in a theatre I've never even been to.

Mulholland Drive: A Love Story in the City of Dreams.

The coat has seen a movie about a street that lies not 2 miles from where I am sitting in the City of Dreams.

Perhaps it comes to me with its own love story.