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.