Day: 1
Place:Heart of Denver( on interstate)
Story: Traffic is bad, an accident up the road has caused things to get crazy and congested. I turn around after hearing a lot of honking....only to find a yellow truck dodging out of the way of a blue civic....you ask why do i give the crappy details of it being a civic? well the driver of the car that narrowly missed causing a huge accident...kyle....well nothing happened..we made it to colorado springs just fine to check into the most seedy motel we could find...shortly after 1 a.m. I wake up to kyle walking in his sleep screaming "get me out of here"......that freaked me out enough...soon there after I wake to 6 or 7 gun shots..
Day 2:
Place:somewhere in the rockies
Story: tried taking a "short cut" to the grand canyon...decided to turn off the interstate...drove around in the mountains for a long time...rarely seeing people...you think iowa has some isolated areas...cruise through some back roads of the mountains for a while...after we got out of the middle of the mountains we stayed at cortez, az...new to the area...an indian reservation...being from iowa and never having seen anyone with a different skin color...i mistakenly asked a man a question that only a local would know(an indian) he responds..."not from here, hawaii"
In LA.:
Venice beach: saw a guy walking around in a speedo with man boobs...caring a boom box..with fake gold jewerly..........he didnt make us flinch compared to the people I have now coined "willy"....standing on santa monica blvd when a homeless dude charges us with shopping cart and nasty teeth yelling "asdfhds kljdfasdfs" i turn to see wunschel and kyle taking off like they had just farted in the area.....wunschel then proclaims"he wont ever go out again"
Tonight(thursday the 5th)
I am sitting in an empty studio on air mattress...what used contain air...it is now just a piece of rubber being that it has popped the first fucking night...i now get to sleep on hard wood floors with my car parked over two blocks away...try finding a spot in this town. with no tv, no gas, no microwave, no internet..using someone elses..thanks for not securing.......other than all that...the place is cozy..kyle and i just cuddling
ps..i am trying to donate sperm..odd comment after kyle and i cuddling...haha..cross your fingers they have a demand for skinny poor guys with no jobs and widows peaks, an a bit of eskimo heritage
things I have learned so far:
- you can only turn left (without a green arrow) when the light is orange...it isn't possible to turn left during a green ANYWHERE..have to turn during the "grey light"(orange)
-mcdonalds are not around that much..if they are...drive through only a lot of the time
-rolls royce phantoms are everywhere, along with any other european pricy car
-hot girls are everywhere...with fat old guys
-I am not sure if it is possible to get pulled over in L.A..regardless of what you do
-the smell of pot is as frequent as nice cars
over and out..going to sleep in the closet...the only place with carpet that might be soft
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