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The horn blasts in Cursive's Happy Hollow make me want to walk around this neighborhood and point at every thing that Tim Kasher is singing about. It's like a deranged marching band.

Today, I am productive. I am going to do many things. Many of them are artistic, one of them is monetary, and I already started it by eating half an avocado on toast and two eggs. Would a deep-fried hard-boiled egg be good?

I think I will leave with that question hanging in the air.

no explanations.

So Anthony is gone. Yesterday, he had a harrowing tale of tried-and-failed opportunity. But, at least he tried. No regrets! No regrets!

We went to the Getty, and there was art there. As expected. There was marble busts of people with filligree on their clothes. Marble filligree. Think about that for a moment... and now think about it a bit more. I do not have the commitment nor mental patience to do something like marble filligree. Do you? Probably not.

Then we went to the Apple Pan and I ate apple pie and a swiss cheese sandwich and Anthony had a hickory burger and fries and (no surprises) our fries are already better. Then we went and had margaritas with Devon at El Cholo and I had a weird moment of an old friend meeting a new one.

But it was pleasant.

And then we drank Red Stripe at Devon's. And played Cranium and watched the moon landing to be proven as fact.

When Anthony and I woke up this morning, we drove to Pink's. I mean, other things happened in between that but they are uninteresting. So we went to Pink's and that was enjoyable, and then we drove back and Anthony left. I think I showed him a good time.

I still don't like Los Angeles.

It's Thursday. The next leg of my journey is soon. I ate dinner with my parents and now my mom is participating in an on-line course and my dad is playing tennis and I am here.

i have a lot of blogs.

So today, I first took Anthony to Ralph's where we bought really large sandwiches. We both were awake and thought the other was asleep, so it was a late start.

Then we went to Venice Beach and ate our sandwiches on a boat that I think was originally sand. And it was by a dragon with a drippy nose. We were accosted for walking on a bike path. Anthony got checked out. It was a lot like Santa Cruz, actually, but hotter. And more sand.

Then we drove in real LA traffic and went to see Tropic Thunder at the Arclight Dome. Before that, we went into Amoeba. Matthew Sweet was playing, and he was fat. Tropic Thunder was... really funny. Can Robert Downey Jr. do no wrong?

I did not eat all of my sandwich. That's how big it was.

So... um...

I went from Santa Cruz to Santa Clarita Valley, care of Anthony. We traveled for a long time, which was interesting, and we were attacked by a Ventura sun, which was awful.

My mom made us dinner, and we walked around Suburbia and watched a movie based on a board game called Clue.

Today, I'm going to show him Venice and Melrose and probably Amoeba Records too.