'Wandering the streets and looking at all the LA houses, imagining the people who lived there, conjuring a day to day of their lives and wondering what menial problems would hinder their happily ever after was peaceful, though far from what Emerson would usually do, yet thinking about other people's lives meant he was ignoring his own life and the shitstorm that he called normality. ' a lil sneka peak at something from chapter 12 or 13 not decided, depends on if i decide on whether someone is going to be in the story or not