Didn’t race Thursday or Friday. And then Friday happened, and Saturday. Fuck.
I woke up Sunday around 2pm. I went to rehearsal at 4pm. We found a solid drummer! After rehearsal Rick drove us to In and Out and I had a vanilla shake and animal style french fries, but they didn’t give me a fork. Are they serious?
After I got dropped off at Ridge Way I went to Madex’s Guerilla Drive In. I got drunk.
Then . . . uh, then I uh . . .
Well I was a really classy Silky Johnson, or Milky Chauncey, or whatever.
A small pool near Orson Well’s death bed . . . stealing beers from some Hollywood director guys house, convinced that he’s hiding the cocaine somewhere . . . I woke up in soaking wet boxers next to some Asian girl. Three bloody marys later I napped in a park and my friend’s got me high.
Bike Life LA is not safe for work.
I’ve gotta go.
,
MW
BTW, Busy P’s Mix @ The Social Club on Ed Banger’s podcast. !!!
Tags: I'll do this later
