We drove a really big car on the freaky side of the road.
Experienced 4/20 on Venice (and learnt that one of us is writing
dates the wrong way round). Skipped a night at the Smell to stroke cats in South Central.
Ate fried chicken and waffles... together. Window-shopped for hours in Amoeba Records.
Trampled Coachella's lush polo lawns in the middle of the desert.
Had a post-festival party at the Shangri-La. Went to some mega club with a hole
in the ceiling right where the neon Scientology sign looms. Saw a few bonerfide hunks
and a lot of hardbodies in thongs at 2am. Dodged a door-to-door meth dealer in a bowtie.
Learnt that a lot of music we like doesn't work with palm trees and highways, but that Lynyrd Skynyrd really does.
Had an impromptu block party at the Olive Motel on Sunset. Learnt that 'handles' are 'dank'
and that everyone is on a medicinal bong-high or prescription cocktail all the time,
including the people carrying yoga mats and the shiny tanned kids. Walked around Long Beach
trying to find someone to tattoo us at 4 in the morning.
Washed down a lot of delicious mexican food with off-brand tequila
and laughed till our guts hurt. LA - done. Next stop: liposculpture!
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