May 5, 2009
The Rolling Stone’s can’t you hear me knocking always makes me think of doing blow while the sun is coming up and being really offended that the night died without me. It’s Cinco de Mayo and I wrote a fast post for all the Angelinos regarding pretty decent ideas for where to celebrate tonight on the Amp 97.1 site. Since I am undecided as to how or even if I will spend today drinking I somehow ended up at a coffee shop on Washington Boulevard in Venice, which just happens to be right next to two of the major Mexican themed bars in the area. I’ve been watching people walk in and stumble out of them for hours. It is killing me not to race in there and drink till I drop, but I’ve got my laptop and I don’t really need to have it stolen or destroyed when I ride back home on my bike and get hit by a bus cause I was drunk.
I should be posting pictures here soon. I think my stand against fucking Flickr is just about over. I am not even sure how those idiots make money when the site they use for payment barely works. LAME. Whoa, for a second I thought I saw Viggo Mortenson walk into the bar next door. If it’s actually him, I’ll see you in never cause I am about to hunt that man down all for myself. Amen.
