1. Wednesday, March 19, 2014

    couldnt figure out why my hands were hurting and then i got behind the wheel 

    the crest

    who knew working day and night would wear out the thing youre moving around all the time.

    so i told myself i was just going to drive for a little while and see if i could get a few rides and end up in hollywood.

    first guy wanted to go from the grove to chateau marmont. no problem.

    even though the city parking patrol was trying to block the main entrance because of a Glee 100th episode party

    whatevs. next guy needed to go to westwood for the Divergence premiere.

    his wife played a major role in making it happen, so we talked through west hollywood, and beverly hills

    he was running a tad late so i was driving a tad faster and everything worked out.

    even cut through this side street in westwood to end up perfectly where i wanted.

    what was funny was as soon as i had picked him up he said, “westwood, going to the movie theatre.”

    i was all, oh Divergent?

    he was like how did you know? i said, i saw them setting up the premiere stuff on Yahoo Movies’ instagram.

    nerd.

    thumbs up for rock n roll

    9 out of 10 times when i ask people if theres any particular music i can play for them they say nah whatever you want

    but when i asked these two cute girls, one said “play some ratchet shit.”

    the other asked, “is this country?”

    it was the rolling stones’ “wild horses”. i explained that mick’s girlfriend killed herself yesterday.

    there was a moment of silence and i asked

    so when you say ratchet, what are you referring to?

    she said, “you know 2 chainz, lil wayne…” so 2 chainz it was, and now i feel like asking for ratchet shit from now on too.

    theres a lot more gay guys in LA than i ever imagined. i guess we just run in different circles.

    but with uber a lot of the gentlemen like to use our service.

    right after i dropped off the ladies i got two very handsome, well dressed gents, one who seemed distressed.

    “youre better off without him.” said the older one, rubbing the head of the younger one and kissing his neck

    “he’s 40 years old,” sighed the younger.

    “what is that supposed to mean?” asked the elder, suddenly stopping with the nuzzling.

    “it means he should know better than snooping around my phone. OF COURSE there’s going to be photos of naked guys in there.”

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    dropped the fellas off and quickly i got a beep from a west LA residence. picked up two young women. one claimed she was 16.

    “ok, where are we going tonight, ladies?”

    “AA!” they sang.

    apparently one had gone a year being sober, the other a month. both young, free spirited and more than happy to tell me anything i wanted to hear about recovery rehab and the thoughts that went through their minds as they sat through meetings.

    “ok someones gotta make coffee, right,” one of the women said. “sometimes i think, i should sneak some liquid acid in here one day and dump a bunch into the coffee and watch everyone freak out.”

    “oh yeah, i think about partying with these people all the time,” the other one admitted.

    i asked, “is it ok to fantasize about drinking and smoking and tripping with people who have sworn off that life?”

    “it would be weird not to think about partying,” one said and the other agreed.

    the younger one told me she grew up in a beautiful beach town in orange county but behind the sunsets and big houses there was nothing to do and the people were horrible, so many of the kids resorted to drinking at a very young age and doing drugs. then when her family moved to hollywood she was ridiculed at Fairfax High for having orange hair.

    tumblr_mg5xzfcYCP1qz6f4bo1_500“they would sing the Oompa Loompa song as i walked down the hall” she said quietly. then showed me a photo of her hair back then. she was adorable.

    you shoulda burned down that school, i told her.

    dropped them off and there was already a line outside the santa monica church even though the meeting wasnt to start for 20 minutes.

    “we’ll never get a chair now,” they complained, but whatever. for the older one it was her second meeting of the day. she said she loved them.

    got beeped by the beach and it was two girls who wanted a short ride over to the 3rd street promenade to pick up their car. Zeppelin was on the radio. they asked me to turn it up as they sang along.

    when the guitar solo kicked in one sang the notes and complained that there were no guitar solos like that any more. “not even the Black Keys” she said.

    “what about the White Stripes?” i asked. and we agreed.

    then the one asked the other if she saw how one of the guys from the apartment they were just in grabbed her butt.

    “i know they were on molly, But Still!”

    then picked up two visitors from Oklahoma near the santa monica pier. super sweet stoner youngsters who told me that where they live the tornadoes demolish the entire street every three years and for some reason they rebuild.

    then they told me that they come to LA a few times a year. the last time they went to venice beach and told the weed doctor they had just moved here but were living in a hotel. they showed him a passport and for $200 they were given a weed card for their bad back.

    we took the 10 to the 110 to the 101 and basically turned off where i exit to go home. we drove a little down sunset and they showed me the condo they were renting for the week. i alerted them that they were in walking distance of Palms Thai and they said thank you.

    earlier i had recommended that they go to Sedona on their way back to Oklahoma.

    they drove out here in 24 hours of straight driving.

    “i didnt even sleep,” the other guy told me. “i forgot to bring a blanket or a pillow.”

    there are many Targets and Walmarts between here and there, i reminded them. Stop at one!

    since i was so close to home and had already made close to 100 bucks in record time i decided to call it a night and rest my hands and arms.

    made dinner, watched welch on tv and passed out by midnight like a respectable gentleman.