Long stories can be short, like this one, so hows about this:
How about the only way your getting to LA/Santamonica and the rest of gaaalliforniaa is in a truck vecause your compandre lost their gad damn keys to their car and the only way to get the new pair at such short notice was to hop on down the freeway at frunt of a pick up tow truck..sheeitt ahaha
The road down:
ryann after 7 days in the desert of no-where-on-per-fucking-ticular (it was actually awesome but on paper its definatly a desert that hates you) how about a 3hr ride down fron SF with no AC open windows i 38C degree heat annnd best part is, you get to sit in the middle at the front of this 3 seater ahahaha to the left i got your total typical (down to the sweat and musk) greese moneky from AA/AAA? Arnt they all the same lol, tow you when your broken down and pick you up when your sheit breaks? Whahahah
he tuk us down there in his truk. We stoped for gas on the way out of SF and then we did dub gedder dun, straight on down the 101 (highway 101) for 3 straight hrs whivh felt like the equivalent of pre heating your face to 180c annd turning on a blow dryer for your hair so we can simulate the fast moving air, yess allll thw windows were dun down on this honkie ahahah ot was totaly classic. Nun of us saod a good dad damn wurd, all heat wrebched and roasted gad damn toasted and thank fuck der wernt aint not traffic either...though the scenery was... well i wasnt what you see in the movies lemme tellyou that... essentiallygoing straight through the heart of gaaallifornia, we cur right through the valleys what vast valleys they were... they went on for ever... only slightly over cast by what was a mixture of smog and city haze crapp.. probably some forest fire crap was in there 2 for good OCD CO2 too...but hey for what its worth it looked like mighty find wine country
around each rolling hill i was prospecting whete the hell i could disconnect from the grid, tune out, vpn annd survey the infinity with an amazon prime account and litterally no over head for gass/electric, maybe grow some wine in the sunshine for lulz....but no sooner did i drift out from oven baked haze did i start ot nottice oil dereks, loke on the land...cool show bro, i didnt know der wus oil in gaaaaalifornia...is there abythang this state can grow... did i mention how vast the land scape is when you trip on down to the directionof LA from SF as the crow flies down that damn highway 101...
no shortage of space the tarmac between the sleeves of the valleys seemed infinate...probably theee straighesee t non stop ride down and geographic span o can recall on 4 wheels...we left @ 11amish and got to out rondezvous neas r madona... did u just say madona? Lemme esplain...pictuer this:sleezy obsesed late 60s dinner turned placial plaza dedicated to some dudes wife...so pink, and exuberant taky tastless vintage as hell.. so bad but all 100% kept un alterd through time, as a dinner-capsul... in sipose you could imagine thas t "the interior" was at one time...classy or even classic, but err lumped together like it was, i cant imagine it ever looked better than how bad it looked when we scored munchies there. also the menu items were a cross between elviss bad diet and McBasic baked goodness from an era long byegone...this place was called <a wytiwyg="1" href="www.madonnainn.com></a&g…
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i dunoo if it was the time of day, but it just had this spooky gloomy abandond-but-time-stands-still-in-here typo vibe.. and for that...i loved it... soo sleezy and over desigbed into infinate uglyness it was a ridiculois sweet sensory surreal nausia that held your gaze at every nook and cranny you gawked at. ad speaking of fugly, the bathrooms...well its like this god forsaken dinner-mannsionette-cabin-of-goods was droped ontop of of a moubtainside, because when you went down, down, deep down intonthe brathrooms, they looked like they were carved right into the moubtainside cavity! Imagine a sheer rock for the piss wall which had a waterfall feature bleeding out of the raw rockface.. ahaha strange...like too wierdly expensive to fathom... aka how the hell did they get that thing down there if/at all!!
Behold the fattyboom boom meal of doom...
was half expecting amidget to come to the table with holding a phone saying God is On Hold visa vee this scene:
but after a 3hr truck ride straight down the line: dude dude dude it was a meal that fortified me for the layover in this sleepy solitudal stripmaul-sloth of a city-town that pretty much sounds like what its like to be/live/reside there.. the place was called SLO..which stands for "San Luis Obispo" (sounds exotic i know), the delimiter welcome signes should have read "just take it eassy man"
The slow of SLO: "hey if you never make it out of here, youll be quite confortable staying here any how...." thats the vibe i got from it. there were some racial issues in its recent history apparently so im gona go a jead and just put there here:
Rocking into that town the day of a town site gathering, i quickly become familiar with what a "mission town"
is really is like......and ive only ever heard what those can be like through jams like pearl jam plastic and fantastic, sim-city type-o-typical...reminded me of suburbia but with one giant strip mall/plaza stitiched through its center. job/Career scale seemed to scaleup to at teacher/realtor/pharmasist and tapperd back down to pizza delivery bro+ Elederly+Woman+behind+a+counter
. It was cuite for the short stay, got to try my first bbq grilled artichoke...grabbed icecream, got to jam out (oh so badly at this artisan indie open psyche-mic coffie joint)... you ever get the feeling tjat super cosy and conveniently perfect places can be a little tooo perfect? I.e. a little too nice to nice:s sake...thats kinda the vibe i got from seeing alot of the same folk doing same old same old on a thursday night on an evening fall...gad zooks heaven knows what secrets be beholden to the neighbours and town folk... im reminded of this film i saw in my early teens called "disturbing behavior"
Spookelie eh? Ahahahaha call me a synic but that kinda flick when i was a young wart-hog still comes across as muuuch more gritty than the vanillah tri-light/twilight flicks of the last couple of years #justsayin
oh well... i didnt stay long enough to let any more to let any more of the creepyess ...cause next stawp was Pizmo Beach!! Yeeeeehaaww
Pizmo...another town name ending with "oh"....kind of accidental name ending mojo as in... this is a missin down by the coast.. so lets go with pizpateria, pizza, piazza? Lets just go with pizzmo..where people come and go or stay around long enough to grow old.
first time i ever heard of Pizmo was watching a bugbunny cartoon waaay back when i was a single didget midget
Breakfast at pizzmo consisted of my favorite retirement food, hawian food. Actually anything hawiann reminds me of a retirement holiday/vacation/place id like to check into and never leave mwhahaah
I studied Goegraphy in middle/secondary and seniornschool right till i left for uni, sooo yeah kinda cool to set foot onto the sort of real-deal errording lanscape where homes have been build and are slowly being reclaimed to sea. the view of the ocean mixed the smell the pelecan feacled+stenched air of receeding rock faces...kinda smells like what sour off vinegar would smell like..and doublethat up with a heavy humitidy to reall stale out that our summer dryness ahaah....but yeah, scene scape wise not sure what kind of stone it is on/in dem cliffs but the view was nice enough that there was a gazeeboo where im told that people often got married where we walked along the crumbling cliffs. There was sparse and sprawling desert type vegitation, the plants that retain alot of water... cactai derivatives with thick rubbery leaves... like:
after a late breakfast/brunch we hit the road on to HELL-A aka EL-A aka L.A.
LA: santa monica....
pretty much teh song that pops into my head when i hear the name santa monica... hhuaha and it poped into my head again when we did dun do drive down the Santamoniva Blvd
gedder dun! pulled up into The Hotel California for a few nights...and duude... it was pretty sweeet...had this surf vibe, surf boards,
love the architecture of the hassienda i.e. spanish
this little dude!
the quasi hotel-mostly-motel from the front had were suites/villas round back but hella esspensive and didnt really make a differce to the cassual stroll that let you hit the beach in santamonica..sirsly you just head down the private walk way open the gate, cross the road and boom your there...biggest longest beach i ever did stroll onto...yellow pale sand, super fine dry and dusty..hella good to dig your feet into.
did i mention its the beach that baywatch was based off of?
that night it was a stroll around the famous santamonica pier because its a stones through from the hotel gallliforniaa maynn:
firstnight in SM.
lush tree laden path to the beach #morningshortcuts
biggest WTF moment in the hotel was 2 fold:
get in dump, bags..faakk its hot in here? oh look there's a fan on the cieling..lets try that..hmmm ..it didnt so much cool the place down as it simply moved the air around..so when it brushed over your body it created a cooling effect...kind of like blowing onto your own skin, but from all directions at once ahah..then i saw vents...by the wall... err ahh there thats a huge AC venting machine..hmm now where's the on switch...check check no dice..no on switch... "hello reception...where's the on switch for the AC machine...." reply: "umm sir there is no airconditioning in your room" me: "um okay...byeee" ahahahahh wtffff but hey, who says boxers and wet hair open windows and fan on full blast wouldnt suffice? also be cause compaired to the baked trip down the pacific highway annnd because burning man..this would be simple... easy..straight forward..and you know..good plumbing and a decent bed + HD flat screen tv and quet locale meant i could have done aloot worse ahaha
speaking of TV's: through out this whole month long trip i hadnt had time to gawk at the latest tv ads....so after i'd checked in, walked about, got some munchies...and got ready to crash out i turned on the tube...HD flat screen (nice) but holly hell the 'health ads' were hilarious....
and just for good measure, here's a full flavored ad that is so basic its mind numbing:
the side effects are insane!!
ahahahaahaha its crazy that this sheit is allowed on TV over in gaalliiforrniaaaa
soo day 2 in santamonica...
i gets me into the reception to ask where abouts i can score a bus tour, but not before my vest garners the intrest of the hispanic reception bro whose around my age but with differnt design/stylee's for his.... so we did a show and tell...then got given a local map for the "what there is to see saw and do" in the imedite vacinity...again car's are not really my angle for this stay...hence the book-smack-bang-on-the-beach strategy.
its vest weather so i head down the strip towards the pier and i'meditly i'm usherd by a local bus tour company.... small buss, custom usual-unusal adventure, open top van converted into mini tour van (seats just 16).... and since i'm whiter than the hotest sun (some what) dude get familiar, and insists that he can get me a discount and that he's only been in Santamonica about 2months...so this was the first incling of "every ones got a story to sell/tell on how they got to the city/vicinity of angels"...it all felt like a bit of a hustle but what ever... i told him i was in for an anthony bourdane type route any how and that thanks-but-not-right-now-i'm-still-lookin exit-out-of-this-conversation.
the homeless gad daium scoring lunch and schmoozing the strip reapplying sunscream every hr or so i'd gotten used to nonstop sunglasses and vest and sandles...its not so badd but sweet jesus soo manny homeless people just sleeping on by, beside the beach...free showers every half mile up and down the beach, which have free bathrooms too, annd that means free drinkable free water... allthey got to do is just not starve to death... doesnt sound like such a bad deal eh? they kind of become part of the furniture/landscape after a while.. i aint ever seen such a consistant concentration of destitute homeless.... apparently alot of it is by choice (as in SF) but here its by the beach so it seems a little more forgiving in that its just gad damn beautiful... i guess the tricky trouble comes into play when your trying to feed your self, and avoid trouble/cops/thug-life-bro
speaking of trouble when i did dun come down to take that bus tour holly hell... first off... dude tour manager was hustling this tour company out of a surf shop (yes i got a complimentary hat from the surf shop) annnd his name was Ryan...which was matter of weirdo moment when dudes like 'thats the same name as me, i'm ryan" ahahah...soooo i'm booked on the 12:30 slot... cause the 10:30 slot is fullll....so i take to the nearest margarita joint which is next door with one of the usher bro's...we started buying rounds and talking about what there is to see on the trip annd what its like doing that all summer long...which in fact because it barley rains seems to be a year long tennure typo deal....annnd before long this other usher comes by on the shift change...turns out he got help up..why? because the moron decided to get into a fight with a homeless dude ahahah like who even wins those fights? i mean even if he gets up to walk away, so what the outcome is that he hurts somebody who has zeroo acess to health care or even a sustainable roof over their head led alone decent plumbing to pee out the blood from the fallout of the fight.... turns out the homeless dude handt eaten ina while cause he resorted to biting the focer all over his back as it looked like they were rolling around on the floor with eachother #ammatureUCF
so this dude gets another round on the shift change...by the time 12:30 rolls up we're delayed a further hour because the second driver they had with the van was buisy doing his own errand runs....which causes me to get a further discount for the first buss off the following morning...i wasnt complaining though, cause i got to hang with these crazay bros who offerd to drive me around the area to see some stuff "bourdane stylee" and with 3 margaritas in me, we decide to all mission it off to get the pseudo-bum-fight-foolio to a clinic to get a tetnus shot...armed with a basic GPS via phone that has a Rn'B voice over...
in perspective that despite the GPS and it takes at least half an hour to get any where in Santamonica cause of the highway hilarity...even with GPS we ended up drving around passing through traffic stop after traffic stop not able to find a clinic ahahah...again i wasnt complaining its not every day you get to be a backseat driver/tourist to 2 maniacs trying to locate a medical help center in a drop top jeep wrangler ahahahah
the ride featured some crazy music choices + onboard refreshments of some bozzy concoction that was like 2/3rds and 1/3 cocacola booyahh.
behold, maniac on the front left left was worried about his half a dozen bite marks on his back sheeeiit...lost out to a mike-tyson fanboy #brutal
so we stop for a pit-stop which i'm like..wow u got some xanni's??...well if i aint broke it will probably dilute this booze out any how...to which i took it and just as soon as a patrol car comes around the corner......another moment of hesitation and that coulda/woulda/shoulda looked like a sketchy thanng to did dun do..but what ever... we hit the bathroom in some clothing store...which btw...did i mention about the gap in the bathroom stalls...systemically large..like unfomfortable..firesafe to crawl under and out of incase your fecal matter sponatniously explodes/catches fire..but as for privacy? fuggedaboutit.
perks of the moronic trip to nowhere in particular up around and where abouts of santamonica i get to score a coffie @ the <a wytiwyg="1" href="www.facebook.com/DTCproject>…
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" width="50%"> of which the ownersa are apparently are a relation to the dude who ran this side show bus tour group of bro-fo's.
suggestion on this ceasless missadventure was a question about live music..... cause gad daimmeet i wanted to hit the sunset stripp....but as that wasnt on the cards that evening (that happens later
)...i asked about concerts going on that night... we did some googling... turns out that night lauren hill
remember this one?
she was gona be was playing at teh greek theatre
so i was like dudes..just drop me off there, i'll catch yall tomorow... but dude had to be back some where before long...sheit was getting more ghetto fabulous as the day turned to dusk with random dudes getting in the car and pickup/drop off...some schetky phone calls on the so-cal-social.... to which i'm like...i was like righhht after this gas station stop i'm a just stick to this schedual of getting my korney bus tour....and cashe in this bizzare ride along for the day. suffice to say that whole "no good story starts with a salad"...got beat out by a few buddie buddie margaritas ahahahah
so i wait for us to get off the highway/gass stop i'm all like laters bro's i'ma take a walk and score a cab.i got out at one of those places where if you walk far enough one will swing by...but on my walk i spot a ridiculous oopertunity that seeme'd exactly what the dr orderd...a medium... nay...a futurist...nay.. a fortune teller! sirsly!! there was a shop/stop sign...
i imagine not to different or distantly removed from some of those wierdy UFO stop shops along the Roswell tourist sphere where ever that is down in New Mexico...
its not like i was droped off @
but yeah.. this place was quirky... twas a house/villa converted into some ones small business of...fortune tellling...and yet i can't recall seeing anything like that in santamonica/vennice/sunset strip since....so fuckit ... i just need a cab... who better to ask than a fortune teller..in 2015...
i knocked on their door+rang the doorbell... and in the most polite conjecture asked if i could get my fortune read on where i could get a cab.... ahahahahahahahaahhah surreallly good idea after the random manic margartita afternoon i'd had... like really 110% radical self ridiculousness to the max. i offerd to pay for the fortune telling to boot as i didnt want to waist their time....they let me in and a lady told ma fotune... she also offerd to call me a cab too which was supper helpfull as my touristical accent and demenor was pretty much singing "i aint from around here and im' just trying to get home" ... soo before she gave her fortune i told her as much as i could about my trip so far + where i'm from/what i do....the best she could come up with was that a man and a woman would asisst me on my journey through out this trip ahahahaha ummm okay... good call bro..very close... so the cab turns up and she says this one is for free....i can pay for the next one next time
good times & good vibes! thats probably thee most ridiculous improvised plan to get a cab i've ever come up with/succeeded in seeing through. did i mention Uber is like pretty much theee standard cab service in Hell-A? amazing yet pretty useless if you dont have any mobile roaming...soo yeah... always fun to take the human-interaction approach where ever possible #surrivialStreetSkillz
that was me done for the night.
Star tour + Sunset Strip on dat drop top mini-van.....hit it:
mann that music video...so 99'...
reminds me of the dream-cast's crazy-taxi game engine......exept i only ever played tonyhawk proskater on my buddies dream cast back in the dustbowel era....
sooo.... mini bus tour? would i Yelp it?
sure thang..worth the 70bux for the 5 hr trip if its your first.....perfect weather...easy going nav-man/van-driver-bro ...he was an austrian dude who worked in film production...and did this as a summer side gig when ever the season was ripe for it..which i imagine was year round...the tour bus was also half empty which was another win too
sooo..plenty of space + suweet sweet cruising weather...kind of fun to hear alot of the cheesy chit chat about the 'hollywood scene' great insight into the homes...and comming up on the right is... and the left is.......lots of lame dead pan humor...like "let me know if you guys see tom cruise in his ferrari so i can run into him with this van so you guys can get a great photo" ahahahah did i mention the dude could do a great arnie impression? lol epic!
dude initialy crused passed vennice beach..which i'd seen from litteraly walking down there...passed the 101 volleyball courts..sirsly..if you love volleyball sanamonica beach/pier is thee place to be/go...futher down your walk to vennice golds gym did its thang..preffy perfect for an out door gym..... and again i'm taken back to 101 music videos, movies, tv shows and intro scene montages #californication
its worth saying @ this point @ being 30.... should i have done this sooner...maybe but would i have been able to have as much fun as i did when i did eventualy come to it? probablynot.... logistically/financialy had everything ballence out to equate to a "hell yeah/say-yes-to-everything" ...no holds barred..aka if i could, i would and i should ethos.... and for that i am humbled/thankful and encouraged to explore more when ever a second round trip happens/occures/reveales its self.
i did end up cutting the tour a little short, as i was meeting my buddy down @ the WHisky gogo...this would be our second meet up there as...initialy we went out on a previous night tour that went from dinner next to the Whisky GOGO..to being invited to a gig from a band playing that night... the initial line up was not one i'd heard of...and being a week day night..i doube any one "big" was around..as summer/fall tour scheduals for Deftones/chili's and all dem bands that rocked up and rocked out that bar/club backin the early 90's be some where strewen across europe...but hey i wasnt partial to being picky or choosy...just that a band bro saw me and my buddy check out the list line up after dinner and said we should come watch them play...soo err...why not???? on inivitaton? hells yeah.... we paid the cover (around 10bux i think) ....and we were in!!!
despite the many and few words phrases that could be used highlight the high's and lows of the night..it turned out to be a rad night bro..
through rock-mosis i some how got a shout out on stage cause the headlinging band turned out to feature the basist who invited me and my buddy in to the gig...so that was super humbling....also got to rub shoulders with a pseudo-chasing-amy "rent-a-groupie" yupp she was there to 'promote' the band and/or rock out near the stage...which was where i was at...so yeahhh turns out she was a modle fore hire too... did i mentiond every one in this town had a side-hustle appart from their social schlep....let me re phrase this...if your out in london town on a weekend..or week day..you'll just meet people out having a good time..... alot of people in LA seem to be out on the social for a "who can i meet who i can pitch to" ahahaha sirsly... there was this bro outside a bar who was dressed in a suit...so i figured "omg what the fuck is this guy selling..im' gona find out" turns out he was a bar tender but running a start up "on the side" hahahahahah thats admirable bro..but as a web developer..sheeit i just hadd to make it my duty to burn down his air-headed concept of "what a good idea constitutes" with regards to web/app-startups.... of course i disclosed all this stuff in the most humble and hospitable way possible...because mofo and his 'team' risk going broke and ruining eachothers livlyhoods over this...so for fucks sake allow me to be the gravity in this disrooted-miss-approriation-of-funds-venture-slapatalistic-sideshow.
but i digress.... way to go bro..get to a rock show and any one genuine is either working or at home resting from their days work..every one else is out there to be seen on the scene or a tourist (myself included)
this rewinds me back the the sunset stip mile that i hoped out of the tour-van via the hollywood walk of fame:
it was 1 mile apparently but that was thee longest one mile i ever did walk...liquor store, bank, food store, laundry mat gas station #dontforgettosidestepthehobos
on repeat across each inter section...untill...i got to wander into on of the 3 crazy huge ass awesome guitar stores...i didnt stay long but sufice to say, you check < a href="www.guitarworld.com/top-10-rea…
">in your bag at the door and then go do your thang...
wish i'd been able to stay longer..but my ride home was @ the end of that strip..so i i walked passed the Viper Room and up where MOXIES and Whisky GO GO is i hoped in my ride and we cruised outaa there...back to Korea Town....cause well paying rent for a place to stay is fun and all..buutt err what are friends for? *high5*
whilst all that was fun and then some..
need to ground this down to the encounter i had with
The Street Stranger By Vennice Beach:
so as i'm checking out the skate park which after seeing it anumber of tv shows movies, and camera pans between adverts/music videos and the like... i wander a litle farther down to the vennice strip..you know..like where that duigar dude on rollerblades plays his thang (apparently he's got a wife and kids which he supports dem for real do his thang) ...so as i'm walking past some of dem picknick tables that line the beach front (before the sand begins) annnd as if out of now where between the bum's this lady who i notice is bearfoot comes out of now where (like out of the bathrooms i'm guessing) bearfoot....she had tattoo'd eye brows...but an atheletic body/build...asks me for a smoke... as i've already got one lit...so instinctivly i oblige... as i'm trying to half figure out between "hey this never happens whats the hustle here..." and "is this legit?" as i let my spider sense tingle during this mid-minute-minge, whilst its percolating on "whats the angle here" i'm not about to not divulgue what i'm doing there/where im from (the accent is a give away/somewhat) it becomes apparent that.... this lady seems to be part of the semi-homeless beach possy... but laying down 101 brutal truths with historical context we get to sitting and i realise her accent isnt local either its eastern european...
here story goes like this:
and she's 29 currnetly (more or less but yeah right on the money i'd say) she was a registerd nurse which got me thinking about the Opiate AirwaysM
tale but maybe shes' somewhere inbetween after we coverd the following:
she was trafficed to the states via a bridal order scheme, she was just 17 at the time, and didnt know she had any rights in the states...her older 'husband' kept all her paper work so she couldnt escape..... but after a few years she got out....ran away.... became homeless...and got involved with social care programms... she started off on the east coast of the states...Newyork i recall...but there were a few places inbetweeen made her way to the west coast around a year ago... some where along the way she become a register'd nurse... got a nose job annnnd was bed ridden for around 7months afer a suicidal breakdown+psychiatric breakdown.... whilst the narrative is being divulged, my mind is half way between blown and amazed and trying to fact check on the fly, but the impossible profound tales got super real-fast... this dude with 4 fingers on one hand wearing all black (even a black bandan #beatssunscreen
) on a black mountain bike cross checks is she's ok whilst she's talking to me....which makes me cross check my where abouts..i realise i'm some what surrounded by passed out hobbo's sleeping on tables on either side of us...she can see i'm a little sketched out with the arrival of this huuge dude, but shes says "he's cool, i'm fine" and when he cycles off she asks him to get some cigretts... the slim super lite Vogue Mentholds i was holding wernt up to par annd the wind kept blowing them out lol...it occurs to me that the speed @ which both theese 2 are freakin' speakin' lights up my "flying high" sonar....but maybe its just mary jane shrinking them pupils..either way....her story continues to unfold.....she tells most people she's from russia and christian (shows me her tatto of a crusifix) but since i've been to the baltic states she tells me shes origional from Latvia...which is cool/intresting..and i supose the tone of the conversation went back to "real mode" as most people she meets/comes across havnt really been across the ocean let alone heard of that part of eastern europe, so that aditional factoid seem'd to make sense....but we trade stories of the poltiical lay of the land there (latvia as with lithiania and estonia have semi-majority populus concentrated that 'prefer' to identify as russian) its strange/wierd, the soviet union collapsed around 25 years ago, so its all quite fresh regarding generations/families/brothers-sisters/relatives alive today who lived through that social-political-confliction...in trading these stories she's extremely bright and articulate/well fact checked despite the lonnnng tale of her origin story which sober/strung-out or just plain old sun-dried and jilted comes across as a harrowing tale regardless. i got a chance to slot in my tattoo story too #lithaniaFTW
. so we trade instagrams, and i move on to score some foor and book mark this this tale for a feverd memory of a fearless stranger. she's content and hellbent on helping out the her homless community. i wished her luck and went ontowards my next destination for the day
getting to vennice art crawl aka burner decompression session saw me take a tone of back alleys along Rose Ave along, but after a hand full of direction crosschecks from sun-shade-bros and CVS clerks i find my way to and through kinny and abbot
dude who invested alot into venice #apparently
though he resembels Sigmund Freud more than anything.. irony? i think appropriatly not
i'm partial to the whole manifest reality thang... and i can only count on the serendipedous events of the hour, days and weeks leading up to this...but honestly...
DEY TUKER JERBS!!!!
no less than 2 weeks ago days am i barking this up and down the whitest-whiteout/dust-storm up @ burning man.. than do i run into this dude:
yupp thats me and Matt Stone... one of the creators of southpark!!!! too awesome!! of course i skiped going loco-moto 20 minute convo on how prophesetical it was to run into him, cause well dude i spotted him in the wholefoods carpark (hello totaly like what the latest season is all about) ...maybe he was doing some research for the latest season..the churn out an episode on a weekly basis..from script to digital format...but err yeah who many varables to confirm that...maybe it was just a good day to go..... what ever the case i was just dumbfounded that i found this guy... like sisrsly... i'd heard that 'the stars' hide out in LA if they are ever in town.....soo what ever theres that..but despite this time line being semi haph-hazard.... recounting the events and moments with in the last hour are as follows:
said laters and good luck to the barefoot-street-beach-stranger....grabbed one of those yummy fruit pots that are the size of a red beerpong cup.....filled with 101 kinds of choped ice cold fruit complete with a spicey mix of herbs/power thang on top that gives it some crisp tangy sharpy spice flavor...yummee....and so i find the wholefoods carpark where i'm meeting up with ma buddeh from K town in the carpark (wifi in dat carpark btw) and as i'm eatin my fruit pot perched on the side chillin in the shade..this homeless dude walks up to me with a sign, saying "will rap for food"...but introduces him self saying "i like your look man" (grunge old lady sunglasses ftw \m/ ) and before he gets started on his pitch (hustle and flow) i just say i dont got no money to give..but he can have the rest of my fruit pot....to which he was kind of amazed...he was heading to the dollar store next door (yeah its next door to whole foods) so he say's he'll be over around the corner...so once i'm done i head over to him and hand over the rest of ma fruit foods (i'm kind of getting good at this by now.... giving time/resources vs $$$) and as i' walking back to ma shade'o'shelter wifi spot...and as im doin that i see the side and back of some one who looked familiar... like the hair, the stature.....and before i could debate if i should stay or go talk to him..i was pretty much hop' and a skippin' over to Matt Stone to say Hi!!!!! dude was super chill though i was over exuberently exited to pick his brain and realising mid way its probably best to just not take up too much of his time... cause celebrity is a hassle? i did manage to
say i love his work, and ask if he's working on any new material (an obious reflexive question i know) so to cut it all short i just asked if i could get a selfie with him and bid him good day!..... suweet!! totaly made my afternoon around vennice just before the art crawl got going
welll thats all folks.... it was a tone of fun and then some.... the stories between places or at places between made it worth what it was.... those moments were as unique and rare as the memories i'd made during this mounth out and away from the rat race. #goodtimes #tryeverythingonce