As i have visited californ-i-a twice now and long to join me fellow scallywags in their pirate adventures in la la land, i feel a tribute to their base is in order. well, i have been to many parts of the city including the four parts jp has seen in his two years there.
dodger stadium is sweet, but roasts in the desert mountains. roughty, make sure you bring your spf 75 and slob it on with every pitching change, which will most likely be every inning as both clubs will sorely mistaken their inadequate rotations and bullpens with fatigue, weather, or some other ludicrous excuse.
East L.A. and the DR:
Sweet as well. I feel suit will find a home in the drawing room and the relative diversity in relation to the rest of la in the former paradise that stoney called home. you must absolutely show the former kingdom in all its glory and cold showers. this was the first place i found in my visits to la with true, unsuperficial culture. remember my 4:00 am walkabout in search of a sip of any liquid in my half drunken, half hungover stupor as stoney had neither drink nor refrigeration. i walked at least 7 blocks to be dissapointed by powered down vending machines that i had to beg the grocery store owner to turn on to get an orange soda that t and i shared (what up, t) . on my ramble i encountered at least two hookers with one clearly disguising a dick. my day consisted of walking around east la and eating gut bombs for breakfast, lunch and dinner. i was happy to escape my previous experiences of yuppiness disguised in kewlness.
weird and extemely superficial with a bunch of douches disguised as hipsters and guns and roses impersonators.
i was accurately described by lady t the wonderous freak show that is venice beach. of course we were all fucked up and noided out, so we sat at the public bathroom and gazed out upon the circus. there was definitely a small degree of reality here in their rejection of superficiality, but their conscious objection seemed superficial in itself. of course i am superficial as hell, especially then and enjoyed pretending to be normal for a minute, despite my schizoid drug induced psychotic personality disorder’s ‘outside looking in’ perspective. there is culture there that is not completely obsessed with the image driven falsity of the rest of la.
the rest of la:
gay and expensive, but worth seeing for the experience
stoney’s debaucherous court of self-destruction:
one of a kind as always and enjoyable beyond any measure.
a lonely wish:
where’s waldo? hint, short bags that were still a deal