45

45. the number can apply to any number of things. a record, cost, a weapon.

today was fantastic. we went to mar vista near venice high, hung out at a place that reminded me of pulp fiction, went to sonny mclean's in santa monica for the celtics, drove home through dense fog. i'm wearing my blue yo la tengo shirt. today was really funny, saw a lot of stuff i never see, stuff that made me think.

culture shock, in a big way. little mexican skaters. rims. we drove down the strip on wilshire. i struggle to fathom, hasten to comprehend

train wreck, sugar shack, juicy fruit. leaving the door open, i don't know if the landlord hates me or loves me, loud grime, spongebog, swisher.

i ate apps and corned beef (after reading omnivore's dilemma so much and reading about cows so much i felt like eating beef, which i never do). chris made the best corned beef once.

beeradvocate, firestone double barrel ale, lakers nuggets, ai, printer friendly, hollister staffing, the vice guide to bands.

we'll leave at 8:30