deucecaddy

many of you know i am not one for long ass journals, but this one is definitely worthy...

currently i am still in cali on a pleasure/business trip, and this has been my craziest trip i have ever been on to date. on the way out to cali i missed two flights out to la; one because the cab failed to pick my ass up on time, and the other because i frick'n fogot my wallet at home when i was rescheduling my new flight. when i finally did make it the airport i needed to call my friend in la to let her know that i would be arriving on a later flight, but when i checked her email she accidentally left off part of her number. fucking hell! for my first trip out to la, things seemed to not be going all that good already. luckily o'hare has wi-fi, and luckily she was still checking her email by this time of the day. finally something seemed to be in my favor.

when i got to la, i ended up waiting close to an hour for my bags. my friend had completed 13 loops in her car before i popped out of baggage claim. as we were driving into town i soon found out that she and her boyfriend were kinda on the skids. she was pretty stressed out and asked if i wanted to grab a drink. of course i did because of the whole hassle i had just gone through getting out to see her. she really wanted to take me to her usual place, but she was affraid she would run into her somewhat exboyfriend, so we picked out some new joint in her hood to check out. as we walked into this very dimmly lit bar, who should we happen to run into but her somewhat exboyfriend talking to a mutual friend of theirs at the bar. he was there because he thought he would not run into my friend there. the atmosphere was a bit tense, but palitable. we decided to grab a drink not to look too queer, and then split. it really sucked because i wanted to hang with her somewhat exboyfriend, because we both worked in design. oh fucking well i guess.

the next day we headed to a fashion/art fair at an art gallery somewhere in la. my friend and her ex have a t-shirt business together so they had to hang out with eachother all day. it was a bit uncomfortable at first, but we made do. since her ex and i are both designers and like to tip a few back, we got a long great. after the show we decided to grab dinner together at a local italian dive restaurant, columbos for those familiar with la. almost all of the patrons were 65 or older, and had been coming to this restaurant every saturday longer than any of us have been alive. just as we finished dinner two mean-spirited-fucks with ski masks and 9mms burst into the restaurant and made everyone hit the ground. they quickly made their way to the bar, and took 7 bucks out of the till and another 200 off the bartender. as soon as they were out, everyone was on their mobiles calling 911, but of course the line was busy. when my friend finally got through to 911, she had to go through a bunch of menus both in english and then in spanish. for the first time in my life i finally knew what pe meant by "911 is a joke". the crazy thing is, i really was not all that phased by the whole event...maybe because no one was hurt. my friend and her boyfriend were fucking freaked though. the table next to ours were some friends of theirs and they were equally wigg'n. one of their friends turns out to own a wine store across the street from columbos, and also happens to be a good friend of missy (wierd). anyway, i tried to calm them all down by telling them at least no one was hurt, and that them freaking about what could have happened does not matter, because the reality is nothing did.

the last few days have been pretty mellow. the only thing of consquence is that i got some poison oalk on me. what is it about this state. last time i was here i got the same damn thing. this time maybe worse. well, i guess i will just have to chalk it up as another thing that has happened to me on this crazy ass trip. i cannot wait to get home to chicago and fire up a big ole donkey dick spliff

peace out

deucecaddy