well i guess you could say i survived another journey to the the freaky freaky dream land that is los angeles. ive never felt so fucked up, in some way that i cant even find a word for, while driving back to oakland with robbie. ive felt more physically fucked up and ive felt more emotionally fucked up but this is some grey area of fucked up feeling. maybe it was the drugs and alcohol in my system being baptized by mcdonalds.
LA is the strangest place ever, where people make (a lot of) money off of fantasy made real out of plastic. whatever, its a fun place to go off with your friends, id rather live in space though.
beware:
post op transexuals, they have vaginas but they are men.
piano bars in hollywood, they have gay man prowlers ready to sing you motown songs til you look the other way and get roofied.
no smoking anywhere in downtown burbank.
dead bodies on malibu beaches.
trollie women.
the ruins (unrated) on mushrooms.
strange triangles.
thanks to everyone that contributed to the having of good times.
well have pretty cool space age bands play and only serve space age drankz.
