Okay, so the Warhol exhibit wasn't free after all. I guess since it's a "special" exhibit, it's never free. Well, that sucks. Fucking elitists. It cost $12 ($17 on the weekends). I really wanted to see it, so I shelled out everything in my wallet ($12 admission, plus $5 if you wanted the audio tour, which I did...pretty nice...narrated by Dennis Hopper). Anyway, it was a lot of money, so I "accidentaly" took some pictures with my eyemodule2. Don't tell anyone, okay?

Got a last minute audition this afternoon. Hooray for me. And there's a *slight* chance TGIFridays will do some re-shooting. Wow, I need the moolah.

I'm really excited...it's Thursday, which means the Museum of Contemporary Art is free after 5pm, so I'm gonna go see the Warhol exhibit (if it's not rediculously crowded). Woo hoo!!

And I don't have to go to Morning Job tomorrow! Double Woo Hoo!!!!

I've been at the Morning Job for an hour and the phone has rung twice. Now I'm just surfing the web. Such is the Morning Job. Sure, there are worse jobs out there. It's just so darn quiet here sometimes it drives me batty.

Bought Gran Turismo A-spec for the Playstation2. They're really cheap right now ($19). And last week I got an eyemodule2 for my Visor (not so cheap). I'm glad that some games are cheap now, since I'm hardly ever home to play them in the first place. The eyemodule, on the other hand, has got me into photography again. yeah, it's not a great digital camera by any means, but it's got me seeing things in with a photographer's eye again, and it's gotten me into photoshop again. And I don't have to pay for film or developing. Oh, geez, maybe I'm regressing by buying myself these toys.

Two and a half hours and I get to scooter away.

I'm thinking of attending Burning Man this year. Seriously. Don't know anyone who's going. I may go by myself.

A word to the wise: don't razor-scooter when you're angry. It's dangerous.

T is writing for the "Bionicle" cartoon, so I decided to go to the Lego site and learn more about it. "Bionicle" is pretty intriguing. Robots in the jungle? Who woulda thought? Robots with legendary stories and almost mystical powers? Sounds stupid, but after reading the online comics, I thought it was pretty cool. Lego sure is changing. From painful blocks to theme toys to fashion watches, and now, a comic/cartoon. Wow. Pretty cool.

Maybe I'm regressing.

Morning Job always gets me in trouble because my checks don't come in a timely manner. My manager tried to cash his commission check, but couldn't, because I didn't have enough money in the bank. And that was because the Morning Job check, which I invoiced on the 15th, didn't show up in my hands until yesterday afternoon. Not cool.

Still have not seen my commercial or any residuals from it. Apparently half my face is in it, but at least they didn't cut my line.

Boy, I must sound bitchy. But I was sleeping so well, but had to cut it short because of the Morning Job. And if you know me, then you know that I love my sleep.

Still don't know if we're going to San Francisco in June. It's not as difficult as I'm making it out to be, I'm sure.

JC and I are supposed to throw a joint birthday party again. Last year was really, really fun. Hope we can do it again this year. This time, JC wants to rent a bowling alley. that would be cool.

Morning job - boring. Afternoon job - wonderful.

Barge crashes in to bridge, dead intern was victim of homicide, and I complain about the price of movies.

Happy memorial day. Sad to think that a bunch of men went off to war and died so I could lie in bed all day on a Monday like a lazy fuck. Thanks, guys, and sorry.

Went to see spidey-man today with T. Pretty standard action-type movie. But we paid $11.00 because they were sold out of the $9 seats. $11 gets you the "loge" seats, which are larger, leather, and they rock a little. Not bad, but still, it was $11. We tried to sneak into Star Wars to get our money's worth,but a 3-day holiday is a bad time to try to sneak into movies. Almost every movie was sold out. So, next week, we're going to go to a matinee (only $6.75) and sneak into as many movies we can until they throw us out. Plus, we're briniging in tons of our own food.

Wow, okay, busy day, great show. Although I was starting to tire out during the end. By the curtain call, I wanted to just go to sleep. But we didn't. We went to our local downtown L.A. bar/grill and had a goodby for E., who is moving back to Chicago. Sad. But the waitress was flirting with me again. She let me play with her hair, which I LOVE doing, 'specially since she's got beautiful, long, straight blonde hair. Oooh, yes. Yowsa.

As I sit here at my Morning Job™, the question of "why am I here" pops up. And when I ask that, I mean "why am I sitting at this desk right now," as opposed to "why do I exist" (but it'll evolve to that really soon, just watch).

Last night, after rehearsal, t and e and I sat down and stressed out about the show. Should we edit stuff? How are we feeling about it? Can we change anything? It was late, and we were tired, and we stressed out over those questions. We always stress over a show. On the drive home, I thought to myself that I would rather stress out over the art I created than stress out over weather or not Richard Gere's photo went to the right press people. Which brought me to the question "why am I here" at this Morning Job™. Which then led me to the question of "why do we do what we do?"

Does it matter weather or not "Survivor" gets top ratings? Does it matter that "Spiderman" kicks box office ass? Who does it matter to? It only matters to the producers. Why should people like that get paid rediculous amounts of money? Sure, "Sex in the City" may be entertaining, but do the actors deserve all that money? As an artist, my work is important to me, and I'd like to make a living off of my work, but, in all honesty, I would feel wierd being paid rediculous amounts of cash for doing what I love doing anyway. Sure, if I got enough money to pay the rent, eat, have fun, and take a vacation once in a while, that would be awesome. But do I need to make as much as a small country?

Hopefully these answers will help me find the Answer To It All.

Okay, I know, this whole Figuring It All Out, finding the Answer To It All seems like an obsession now. So is the whole reclusive like J.D. Salinger thing. They go together well, though, don't they? If I become a recluse, I'll have more time to find the Answer To It All.

It may have started with my motorcycle accident last August. I think since then, my mind has tried to prioritize what's Really Important. So I've been in a constant state of figuring out What's Important to Me...and I mean constant...practically every day. And I think that constant figuring has led to trying to figure out bigger and bigger questions, which has led me here.

Add to that another traumatic incident back in January 2001, and I think it all leads up to the Big Questions. Which makes the reclusive thing make even more sense.

Will I ever Figure It All Out? Right now I'm just too tired to care. Yeah, it's only 12:30pm, but I'm tired and I just want to get to our show this weekend. Hoping people will make it to Saturday. Everyone says "I can make it on Friday." And I mean EVERYONE. I don't think anyone has said that they could make it on Saturday. Sheesh. If no one shows up on Saturday I'll just cry. I'm that tired. And I'm frustrated because I haven't found the Answer To It All™.

Perfidy. Great word. Look it up.

Okay, it's 12:30pm. An hour and a half and I get to leave. I also just learned a better way to edit my log.

It's after midnight, and I still havent found the Answer To It All™. Although I do know the following things...

1. All forms of existence are unique events and will never occur and never be replicated again, ever.
2. The whole universe is connected.
3. Karma. Life operates in cycles. All actions, events, people, come back in some way/form.
4. Don't know if there is a being that created/rules the universe, but if there is, I don't think it has something as trivial as gender. So for those who try to argue that "God" is male or female, just stop it right now. Really, if you think about it, if there is something that created the universe and all life in it and all the rules/laws/physics, I think it's quite ignorant for us to assign it a sex.
4A. If there is a supreme being, I think threw in a lot of irony in the recipie for my life. Maybe I should be flattered, because maybe it thinks I am smart enough to notice it. Or maybe it just likes to fuck with me. My life is full of ironic twists and almost cosmic-sized jokes.

Lotsa stuff this week. Toldya it was busy. Found out my dad went in for some health tests. He was diagnosed with the early stage of leukemia. Mom didn't sound worried about it, so I wasn't that worried. If she sounded frantic or anything I would have dropped everything to go back and visit.

On a lighter note, during work this weekend, got to meet a pretty cool young woman. I love watching her laugh. She also makes me laugh. It's been a long while that a woman has made me double over laughing. She was the brightest spot of my weekend. We exchanged numbers. I hope I see her again real soon.

Our show opens friday. We're feeling really, REALLY good about it. I love my writing partners. I love working with them. I love them as people too.

12:44 PM
It rained this morning. Not a lot, but it rained. L.A. has been extremely dry this year, so the
rain was pretty cool to look at. I miss the rain. I wish it would rain more.

My daily quest to Figure It All Out™ continues. Boy, that's hard.

8:06 PM
The English Beat's "Special Beat Service" is a pretty fun album. If you like ska, then you
should check it out. I'm sleepy. I want the answer to everything. What is it?

11:59:10 PM
It's almost midnight. Still trying to Figure It All Out™. Still trying to find the Answer
To It All™. Still haven't found it.

Maybe, instead of becoming J.D. Salinger, I'm becoming more like Holden Caufield from "Catcher in the Rye." That's scary. I hear myself criticizing people as "phony." I usually catch myself, too, especially since I've been doing that a lot lately. I have to stop and say "Whoah, there, Holden!"

I went to a private school like Holden, but I only went to one. Holden got kicked out of four. I just transferred to a public school for my senior year cuz I started hating it. No major disciplinary things happened to me while I was at the private school. Although once I was suspended and got 21 days of detention for cutting class. My friend A, who cut class with me, got out of it because his grandfather (who he never even knew) died, and he had to travel out of the country. He got away with everything. He was rich, and his parents never disciplined him. If he ever wanted something, he'd just buy it. I was middle class my parents were pretty heavy-handed with the rules. I couldn't afford anything. A was my friend, but I really hated him. He was a phony. SEE!!! SEE!!! I TOLD YOU!!!

I don't want to ruin it for everyone, but I have it on good authority that the purple M&M won the popular vote.

Did I ever tell you that when I was in the Boy Scouts, my brother taught me how to hypnotize lizards? I found out later that it's the same technique people use to hypnotize chickens. I guess it's because birds evolved from lizards, so their brains are similar.

Just a random thought I'd like to give you guys.

I think I'm losing it.

So I'm at my Afternoon Job™. It's about 1:45am. See? Told you it's that time of the year. Aaaaaany-hoo, my Morning Job™ boss wants me to come in earlier tomorrow morning (about 9:30am - I went over this before, but yes, 9:30 is fucking early for me). But he KNOWS I'm working late at my other job. In fact, he sometimes helps out at my Afternoon Job. But he wants me to come in early anyways. I usually show up earlier when he asks, but when I get there, it's just an extra hour of doing nothing very important...nothing worth going in early for. So, I figure, since he knows I'm tired, he's making me come in early so he can take advantage of my sleep-deprived state and brain-wash me. I don't know what exactly, but I'm afraid I'm going to become a pawn in an international game of intrigue and espionage. I'll be used as a weapon to dismantle failing governments, following orders blindly to steal state secrets and sell them to countries desperate to extend their claws of influence over large regions.

The sucky part is that, since I'll be brainwashed, I won't remember any of it.

For those wondering about that award I was nominated for... According to a journalist friend of mine, the awards pretty much went to those who showed up. Obviously I didn't get one. I heard that the director asked my friend, "Did Kennedy not have a good time during the production?" He stammered and said, "I dunno...why do you ask?" He hesitated because he heard ALL my complaints about the director. It was his first play. I can forgive that. But what I don't forgive is the awful way he treated people. I mean, EVERYONE. It seems like NO ONE in the cast, not even the TECH CREW, not even ONE OF THE PRODUCERS could stand him after the first week or so. We were so happy after the show started because he wasn't around.

One reason why I may not post anything daily. - I just got "Twisted Metal Black." I may not write again for years. This is the first step to my reclusivity...or is it reclusiveness? I also got The English Beat's "Special Beat Service." I may be showing my age, but I've always thought they were hip.

Some people are idiots. Myself included sometimes. Okay, that's all I wanted to say on that subject.

Just want to let everyone know, www.theonion.com is the only website that makes me laugh out loud while reading, which is hard when I'm at my Morning Job™. because there's only four of us in this small office space, and people are on the phone doing Important Things™.

My fantasy
Okay, I have recently started this fantasy and it's becoming a growing desire. It's kind of wierd, but not in a kinky way, so don't get your hopes up. I want to become a recluse. I don't think my friends believe me, but I really, really want to become one. The only thing is, I'd need to become a lottery winner first because I can't be reclusive and have two Jobs now, can I?

I used to think reclusive people were interesting, or interestingly eccentric, like J.D. Salinger or Howard Hughes (OK, he's more freaky than interesting). I looked at them with a sense of novelty. But now that lifestyle is becoming attractive to me. I've been trying to figure out why, and the only conclusion is that there was this traumatic incident that happened to me in January of 2001, and since then, the reclusive life has started to make sense to me. Really limiting my human contact sounds really good to me. I mean, I wouldn't be completely anti-social. I'd have to go to the store or answer the door for the grocery delivery guy, and I'd be civil and nice to them, but I don't think I would want to carry any long, revealing conversations with them. And then maybe this blog will be my only real contact with the outside world.

Now that would be wierd. But I like it.

No, really, this isn't going to be a daily thing. I swear. I just know that in a few weeks I'm going to stop posting for days on end and wonder when I'll post next. Actually, I may stop soon, because it's getting really busy with work, and with a show coming up, I may not be posting every day. No, really, it's going to be like that, trust me. Just you watch. The next post won't be until September or something. I mean it. Really. Take that smirk off your face.

So last night I had rehearsal with zero 3. Man, I'm really excited about our upcoming weekend show. 2 nights. There is nothing as satisfying as performing something you wrote. And we do that constantly. It feels great, and I guess it's lucky that we get so many chances to write and perform our stuff. There aren't 2 other people I'd rather work/write/perform with. They make me want to become a better writer. I love those two, and I say that with all sincerity. They're not only my writing/performing partners, they are my friends, confidants and trusted travelers on this artistic/personal journey we started in February 2000. zero 3 is still growing. We have experienced growing pains, and the last couple of months have been extremely trying for us, yet we believe in what we are doing, and we move forward despite the setbacks.

On a different note, it's supposed to be cooler today. I dunno. It was pretty hot at 10am. But despite my complaints, I dig weather extremes. I love really hot, really cold, or really rainy. I just never know how to dress. I think with the exception of snow, I never know how do dress for the weather. I guess layering would be the wisest, but most of the time I don't drive, so I don't have room to store extra clothing.

On an even different-er note, I wonder how that "Dinotopia" mini-series is doing?

On a similarly related note, I was watching TV the other day (look, I RARELY watch TV...I turn it on LATE AT NIGHT when I get back home, hoping to catch the late news reruns), and I've come to the conclusion that I hate shows like Extra or Entertainment Tonight. Much like the World's Greatest Commercials, I think it's stupid to have a TV show about TV shows.

Watched "Ebert & Roeper at the Movies" yesterday (unlike Morrissey, I wish everyday was like Sunday). Is it me, or has the Ebert/Roeper friendliness/new show getting-along-ness begun to crumble? I mean, for a while, they seemed civil to each other (I guess that hapens when you first work with someone), but now they seem close to knock-down drag-outs. Have their true selves begun to peek out? Maybe they're at the point where they know each other enough to do battle. They both put up arguments and they don't back down. I half expected a "you're stupid," "no, you're stupid" exchange. I'm glad, though. It's more fun when they get catty. Maybe after the cameras shut down they kiss and make up and make sweet love.

According to my Timex Helix watch, it's 78degrees farenheit, barometer's at 29.65, and I'm facing 304degrees NW.

In case I die
This may sound morbid, but I left instructions for what to do if I die. I left them in an envelope with "IN CASE I DIE" written on it, so people won't confuse it with other envelopes (like the envelope that says "Bills I Can't Pay"). And if that doesn't get anyone's attention, then the people searching my apartment would be dumb-asses. Here is an excerpt, because some parts have very sensitive information...

1. I want to be creamated. Please don't stick me in the ground where I will only take up space for who knows how long, and then people will have to get scared because of the fear of desecrating my grave, and i don't want my coffin to pop up like in the movie "Poltergeist." So, please, please have me cremated. And do what you will with the ashes. Scattering them would be cool. An urn would be nice too, as it would take up less space and you can put it on a shelf or something.

2. I'd like a non-denominational memorial service. Even though I was baptized Roman Catholic, I am no longer practicing any religion. And, as my friends are of many faiths, I'd just like a ceremony everyone can feel like they're a part of. Oh, yeah, and dress is casual...

3 through 5 omitted on this page for security reasons.

6. Oh, yeah, after the memorial service, I'd like there to be a reception. And I want the reception to be fun, with lots of laugher and music (music I like, so look through my CD collection). And I want everyone to share their love, and I want everyone to hug each other and tell them they love them, and call them their brother or sister.

...you get the point. Then there are instructions on what to do in case the instructions are found WAY AFTER I've died, and my family has done some other kind of service. Not that I want to die any time soon, but when I do, I don't want anyone fucking up my service.

Does anyone care about Dinotopia on ABC? I don't. I'm more interested in The Simpsons and the X-Files. Yes, I have an inner geek, and it needs to be appeased.

Please help me because I don't get it anymore

So I'm watching TV last night by myself, just like any hip and crazy single guy living in L.A. would do, right? Yeah, right. Aaaany-whoo, I flip the channels and run into a show called "The world's Greatest commercials" or something like that, hosted by Arsenio Hall and some blonde model. The thing that disturbed me wasn't Asenio's hair, or the model's tacky outfit, but the show itself.

Are you catching my drift yet? It's a TV show about COMMERCIALS. I'm not getting it. How bass-ackwards is the country becoming? It's like having a magazine about magazine ads. Instead of actual programming, we're looking to commercials for entertainment. So now, instead of watching maybe 47 minutes of a show with 13 minutes of commercials, we're watching 60 minutes of commercials, with dipshit commentary in between. And why does a TV show about commercials need COMMERCIAL BREAKS?

It's fascinating that our culture is so much about being a consumer that we enjoy watching the ways we are being told to consume. How to tell people what to buy has become an art in itself. Is that scary or interesting? Or interestingly scary?

P.S. Happy mother's day!

It may seem like my postings are going to be daily, but believe me, they're not. I'm not really a consistent writer. Really, I'm not kidding. It just so happens that this week I felt like writing almost every day. So don't get all antsy waiting for the next post, okay?

So, aaaaaaaaaaaany-hoo, yesterday I got notice from the manager that my rent check bounced.

Say what?

I said, MY RENT CHECK BOUNCED.

Wow, that's what I thought you said, but I wasn't sure, so I just...

Okay, get the point. I was surprised, too. Well, kida surprised. My Morning Job™ is notoriously late giving me my paychecks. It's a freelance job, so they cut a check for me. My Afternoon Job™ is pretty much on the mark with the checks, bless 'em.

Anyways, I was about $30 short, so it bounced. This has never happened to me (wait, no, I take that back, it happened to me once about five years ago, but the lease was under my roommate's name, so he was cool with it...I just wrote him another check when the money came). So I was kinda agitated. What with work being all busy now.

Well, I went to rehearsal last night, and rehearsals always take my mind off of everything. i get to concentrate and focus with what's going on in the moment. By the way, our show is shaping up, and I'm excited about it. Just hope we can fill the house. We got a special guest each night.

Well, back to the rent check thing...luckily, I got a check for my commercial this week (I still haven't seen the damn thing, but t says she's seen it), so I had enough to take care of the rent plus the late fee and the bounced check fee. I hope they don't hate me. This is the first time this has happened in the year that I've lived here.

*Just a note...for those of you who think "Wow, commercial...isn't that, like a TON of money?" Sometimes. But right now, no. This check was a "holding fee," which was not very big. Plus, take away about 25% for taxes, 10%(of the gross) for my agent, and 15%(of the gross) for my manager, and I'm left with...hmmm...let's see...[tapping on calculator]...ah-hah! According to my calculations, I get shit!

Okay. It's 4pm. I'm at my Afternoon Job^(tm). There is a buzz of activity (it's the busy time of year), yet I'm just sitting on my ass eating pizza. And playing with the dog. I've done exactly two things related to work, and that was just basically entering transactions into the computer. Earlier, at my Morning Job^(tm), it was the same thing.

Not that I'm complaining. I'm just making the observation.

I could make an excuse, like, we have a lot of people on board this time around, so I have less to do. So I will. That's my excuse, and I'm sticking to it.

I'm thinking that Luke Helden's actions are going to inspire a lot of imitators, or copy cats, if you will (or maybe you won't...I don't understand why people say that...but I digress). If you are so inclined, please remember this...DO NOT USE EXPLOSIVES. THEY ARE DANGEROUS AND CAN HURT AND/OR KILL PEOPLE. IT'S ALSO A FELONY, I think.

So, if you are thinking of doing a huge dada-ist art-type thing in a smiley face vein, whether it is across the country, your state, or your city, may I suggest the following non-harmful and less illegal (I'm not saying you won't be arrested. In fact, you may be arrested, so don't blame me...you are doing this of your own free will) practices.



1. Drive by clownings Drive with a car filled with clowns. Stop in the middle of the street. Get out and juggle, make balloon animals, prat falls, etc., then quickly get back in the car and drive away. Make your stops in a smiley face pattern. Pros: clowns are fun. Cons: Clowns are fucking scary.



2. Burning paper bag full of doggie doo. Do the old "ring the bell with burning bag of doggie doo and run away" trick. Do so in a smile face pattern. Across the country would be awesome. Pros: Old gag brought to huge level. Cons: Your poor dog will have to poop a lot.



3. Alien-related thing. Create fake simultaneous UFO sightings, or make simultaneous crop circles all across the country in a smiley face pattern (you will have to coordinate with others in other states to make the impact). Pros: It's a challenge, ain't it? And if you can carry it off, you'll be a genious. Cons: Farmers with shotguns.

Okay. So, I'm opposed to violence, and anything in general that hurts people (call me a bleeding heart, I could give a shit).

Anyways, with that in mind, I found out that Luke Helden, the 21-year-old who was planting pipe bombs, was trying to make a "smiley face" pattern across the nation. Again, I must re-iterate...I think domestic terrorism is evil. I don't like it when innocent people are hurt. I'm glad that they caught him, and he should go to jail like the criminal he is. But holy fucking shit! A SMILEY FACE PATTERN!!! This punk had a fuckin grand scheme, on a fuckin LEX LUTHOR SCALE!!! AND he actually went out and fucking DID IT!! Yes, it is extremely fucked up. Yes, it was fucking INSANE. BUT COME ON!!! A FUCKIN SMILEY FACE!!!
I mean, somehow, there's something twistedly inspired in that fucked up head. Honestly, if somehow no one got injured, and I mean no one, and he somehow carried it off completely, man, he would have taken vandalizim one step further. That would be like going to the moon and writing "FUCK YOU " in big letters, so you'd see it every night when you looked up.

Helden was going to art school. Do you think maybe he was looking at Christo's work and saying "Fuck that guy. I'm going to do him one better!" Maybe he lost his fucking head and decided to do a huge environmental art piece (stress on the "mental").

Okay, so the FBI caught the 21-year-old who was planting pipe bombs in rural mailboxes, jetliners crashed in China and Egypt, Israel is retaliating for a suicide bomber attack, and the CIA fired a missile that didn't hit its target.

And I'm complaining because I got nominated for an award. So...on to ME and MY problems.

Acording to some journalist friends, the Virgo awards are produced by this one guy, solely so he can make some money by getting people to go out to this event. I don't even know if he SAW the damn play. Anyways, I'm not going. It's really not worth it. I'm living my life by figuring out what's important, and I'm trying to drop the things that aren't worth stressing over. I think two traumatic events in one year will do that to a guy.

Just got word that Pacific Asia Repertory's "Barefoot in the Park" has been nominated for a "Virgo" award. I'm up for best actor. Whatever. First of all, I hate awards for shit like acting, music, comedy, art, etc., etc. I mean, how can you really "judge" art? It's really up to the individual. And, as an artist, you can only judge yourself on how "good" you're doing, anyways, right? Even though this is the first award I've ever been nominated for, I still think it's bullshit.

An Haiku, by Kennedy

the only sentence
you will never say is this:
"That Nun Exploded."

I notice that I hate people fussing over trivial things. Yet I write trivial things in my journals. Ambivilance seems to rule my life. Hmm...

It's 11:20pm. I usually sleep at about 2am, but I had a cafe mocha at about 6pm, so God knows when I'll be asleep. And the sad part is that I'm going to go to bed at around 1:30am, PRETENDING that I never had that mocha, and wondering why I'm not falling asleep. I'll toss and turn, and the next time I look at the clock it'll read 5am, and the sun will be peeking through the blinds, and I'm gonna look like a wreck tomorrow because my boss (for the morning job) wants me in early (9:30am - fuck you, that's fucking early for me).

At my morning job. Razor scootered to work as usual. Not so hot today, so the smell of urine was not so bad downtown. Will razorscoot to my afternoon job in about 3 hours.

According to my Timex Helix watch, it's 11:08am, 74 degrees farenheit, barometer is at 29.65, altimiter says 280 feet above sea level (but it doesn't work inside climate-controlled buildings), and I'm facing NW at 304 degrees.

Main street is the best street to razor scooter on. It's wide, not a lot of foot traffic, but it smells like pee.

Interesting thought for the day...On Saturday, went to West Hollywood to go to a friend's birthday party at a restaurant. Tip: a single male walking down the street with a present in West Hollywood is a target for comments by gay men. I was carrying a boquet of flowers. A group of three men were walking in the opposite direction. One man went "ooh, baby, gimme some flowers." Three thoughts almost instantaneously ran through my head. 1) Fuck you, get yer own flowers. 2) Ugh, men are such pigs. 3) How come only gay men hit on me?