Movie at Grauman's in Hollywood. First movie since school started. Maybe the last before it is finished! On the way in, a house guest was soaked in liquid from a bum's cup. I thought a small brawl may erupt. Nothing. Too bad. A good brawl may bring out the best in some future works. Blood. Teeth. Grins as fists connect with the opposition's face. Moans as the opposite occurs. Walking home, another thing occurred to me. Well, a couple of things. First, what the hell is this walking business? No, walking is quite alright. Though, there is a culture of non-walkers here in Los Angeles. I hear it can be addictive. Beyond everyone using a car, there is little articulation of the street. What is the purpose of walking? Distances are far, and the in-between is hollow. Next, bar. There seems to be some interesting bars in the area. This is not a method of seeking an outlet to consume alcohol. Instead, nice scenery and better conversation. Well, maybe not better. But the scenery makes it bearable.
2006NOVEMBER08
Music| The Mars Volta, Amputechture
Shirt| White V-neck