trauma

So I went to Hollyweird after a month of disappearing acts, no court yesterday. First stop was Mel's diner, where when I was about to leave a tip, a quarter flew out of my pocket and into a table nearby with people there. I apologized profusely of course. Next stop was Amoeba music, I love that fucken store. I wore my Virginia Tech #4 football Jersey and while crossing the street, a dude who said he was the President of the Virginia Tech Alumni Association asked me if I went to VT, I said I would have years ago when I graduated from high school. VT was one of my choice schools next to USC, CSU Fullerton, and the Univ. of New Mexico, but my grades took a dip. So now, If I decide or do make it to grad school, I got a ticket to Blacksburg! (YAY!) So I made it to Amoeba music, picked up some sounds to listen to, and another dude, wearing a VT cap asked me the same question, and I respond with the same answer. So it was a good day, until I went to work that is.

Picture Share...(Me yesterday I took this at work with my camera phone)


I'm off from work today, so it's a movie and shooting pool at the Block at Orange. Take a guess where, what's one place you can eat, drink, and play until you fucken go broke?