i got your email. youre way too nice. so where have you been? you sounded sorta out of wack. i hope you know im always there for you.
i wont laugh.
i took my birthday off, then i took yesterday off too.
76. David R.
yesterday i went to the beach. something i never do. i barely went to the beach when i lived a block away from it. but i miss it and yesterday i needed it.
i woke up at 9am thanks to kristin who called to tell me she was sorry that she didnt call on my birthday. then i wrote for a while, then i played ps2, then i got my shit together and then i left the house by 12:45 which is pretty good for me.
only reason i was really motivated was cuz i was on my last day of the rentacar and i wanted my moneys worth out of it.
got on the 101 in the middle of the day which is a treat cuz normally here in LA you wouldnt drive through the valley on the freeway unless you wanted to be stuck in traffic. but at 1pm theres no one there. aint no one on the 405 south either.
and best of all, aint no one at venice beach
except for a sprinkling of hotties
and all the randoms of my old neighborhood
it was super chill, ‘bama, mellow, fun, interesting, cool, perfect weather.
i walked along the boardwalk, picked up some cheap sunglasses, ate a slice of ‘za and just took pictures of random things. nothing spectacular unless you blow them up full screen, lots of funny tshirts about smoking pot – that seems to be the new big theme of venice.
took off my sandals and walked to the beach. then along the water. then on the sand dune. then past maybe 100 seagulls who were half buried in the warm sand, then back to the boardwalk where i talked to a guy who was selling basketball jerseys and hats. we talked about the lakers.
are there going to be enough balls to go around? will they win every game? will they all stay healthy? do they even need kobe? how deep are you when you have derek fisher as your 6th man and devon george as your 7th? everyone talks to me all the time. doesnt matter what im wearing, doesnt matter how much of a beard i have, or how much of a scumbag i look like, they talk and they like talking and i like talking with them.
strolled over to my car and someone had put a daisy in my window crack. not everyone else got one. just me.
drove over to century city. i had a free pass to the amc movies. i actually had two free passes. i may have had more. who knows anymore. took one of my passes with me just in case Lost in Translation was showing at a reasonable time. it was showing at 4:20p. i looked at my sundial and it was 4p. so i walked around the swanky wesssside mall and picked up a memory card for my PS2 and a remote for the DVD part of it.
did some window shopping at Coach like you should.
sat down and really enjoyed sofia coppola show me around a little part of tokyo.
i like her movies because just like my day, theyre carefree in pace, mellow, and subtlely deep.
the music that she picks is always so good.
choosing the jesus and mary chain near the end of the film did me so right. i love that band. i was just playing it for the cheerleader the other night if you know what i mean and it was so perfect.
yesterday was a day off that i needed so badly. i needed to remember how to truly relax.
got home in time to watch kobe return to the lakers.
ate pf chang leftovers, got a dirty phonecall from a dirty girl, passed out and woke up in the middle of the night with the front door still open and the neighbors dog licking my plate clean.
layne had warned me about those dogs.