My last week in LA. Pretty decent. Kicked it with my girl heather most of the time. She toted me around town in her white lunch box scion. We did a lot of eating and drinking. We went to he le brea tar pits, made fun of them and left. We went up to the observerory. Had a close encounter with a coyot, looked up at the Hollywood sign and left. Later that night we grabbed some Russian edibles from a Russian bakery with heavily make uped old rusky woman who seemed to be shocked if not down right offended when we declined some kind of russain bread. The treat that j got was and all meat clazone. It was cheap and delicious and really really greasy. After that we for no ckncieovale good reason we stopped into fat burger for a lemonade and from feelin such a high from the russian meat thing, I got a fat burger. Long story short I literally shit by pants the next day. Coming back from gettin fish tacos I tried to fart and you know the rest. Cest la vie. I had no to blame but myself.
I'm not sure how intimAte of a view I got of this city. It's so god damn sparse that it's tough to know what is worth seeing and what's not. I can say one thing, without a car, forget it. I could see living in a cool neighborhood and keepin it local but if you want to be seen at all the hottest clubs and venues get a driver or head to your local kia dealership for rock bottom savings.
I'm at the airport now. I'm heading to Oakland by way of san fran tonight. Kick it with some folks. And just take it easy or all you hard workers out there.
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