So last night was sort of a celebration for my friend Matthias' birthday in a way I guess. Matthias is a really cool laid back guy who somehow tolerates my idiocy and actually by some miracle seems to genuinely enjoy my company. Go figure right? Anyway, so a friend of ours named Ryan Webster,who is an extremely talented musician,was doing a show out in Hollywood at the Key Club. So I took Matthias and his lady friend Hannah to go and see them. You see Ryan writes the songs that he performs,and both of my little brothers are part of his accompanying band. So they are very enjoyable on many different levels as you can understand. So Matthias, Hannah and myself drove out there in my little brother's beat up purple Jeep Cherokee "Livius Prime" and saw the show,and drove back immediately after.
Neither of my little brothers wanted to spend any more time there then was necessary and I just assumed that Matthias and Hannah did not want to either,so we basically drove a few hours to see 35 minute set. Not that it wasn't completely worth it. Don't get me wrong,it was. I encourage anyone reading this to check out Ryan Webster on myspace and get on the band wagon before he blows up and gets huge because his music is great. It was worth it, but I just personally don't like going to Hollywood, West LA, Beverly Hills, or even Pasadena unless I am going to be spending the entire night down there. It's an area of such energy and has such a dirty edge that I enjoy that when I am there I try and stay as long as I can until everything is closed and you find your way into some crazy after hours spot or some house in the hills where beautiful people are doing ugly things in a beautiful way. If that makes sense. I love Los Angeles. For many different reasons. And am certain that I will eventually move out that way to pursue whatever it is that the Lord has it mind that I am to pursue. I can tell you some crazy CRAZY stories about trips I have taken into Hollywood. I have literally taken trips to Hollywood and come back with tattoos the next morning.
I will tell you this one,because if I edit it in the right way it can be PG-13 for it's purpose. One night a few years ago, myself and a my partner(who will remain nameless for protection,but she knows who she is and alot of you do to)took a trip down to Beverly Hills and then worked our way back towards Hollywood and ended up just walking around on the strip and the blvd. This story stands out in my head because it was the first time I ever heard what would become one of my favorite bands ever and ultimately a friendship. So after awhile we find ourselves at Hollywood and Highland at The Knitting Factory. We ask the guy out front who was playing and he says "Oh some band form San Fransisco, they only have a couple songs left,you can just go in man". So we went inside. Inside of the smaller stage area, I see a the lead singer with red lipstick on and tattoos and wearing a feather boa while two gorgeous,scantly clad girls circle around the stage area doing soft-tap in between singing back up. It was such an awesome spectacle! The music was everything I love about rock. Glamour, decadence, power, sexiness, and face bruising guitar. I asked the guy at a merchandise table if this band that was playing was who he was promoting and he pointed over to another table. That's where I saw the words "Triple Cobra" printed on a banner. I purchased one of their cd's and we made our way back into the night. That is by no means the end of my stories with Triple Cobra. But we will save all of that for another day. Anyway though,check out Triple Cobra.you've never seen anything like it,believe me.
So after that things got a little wild, to say the least. I will not go to much into it because like I have said before, my parents do read this blog regularly and they are old enough to where I couldn't forgive myself for being responsible for one of them having a heart attack. So I will fast forward to the next morning as we are walking down Sunset back to where I parked my car. We have not slept at all and I am very very tired and have quite a ways to drive still. So we get in and get on the freeway. Once on the freeway I start crashing out,like literally falling asleep. I couldn't tell you what freeway I was on,or how fast I was going or anyhting like that. But here is what I do vaguely remember: I remember my friend asking me if I was cool to drive and me telling her I was. I then remember her asking me again and saying that I am almost hitting the center divider of the freeway. I then remember thinking that I could close my eyes for just a moment and probably be alright. I then remember scraping the whole side of my car on the center divider of whatever freeway it was that we were on at the time and somehow not completely crashing and killing us both. I then remember pulling over on the side of the and telling my friend that it was now ok for her to drive. Then I went into a deep deeeeeep sleep the likes of which I did not awaken from until we got back to my place sometime in the morning. I remember her saying that she needed me to take her home and I remember just passing out on my bed and telling her to go to sleep.
So that Hollywood trip ended with body damage to my car and me discovering Triple Cobra. And a whole lotta other memories too. So it just makes me think of everything we may have missed out on going back to OC so early in the night after the show. But you know when your exploring the night,you have to be with a group that are just as if not more interested in what possibilities the night may hold for you. Otherwise it can be a bad experience. And besides, I am kind of living in a state of financial destitution, and unfortunately do not have the healthy entertainment budget that I used to before I went to jail. So it might've turned out week anyway. It was still just fun to go and support Ryan and spend soem time with Matthias and his lady friend. I used to be able to trick Matthias into going out with me for an evening and then I would take him on wild trips to various seedy establishments and dance clubs and other places that made him feel out of place and nervous. So if he hadn't have had Hannah with him I would've fully taken advantage of the oppurtunity to take him hostage in Hollywood. But maybe next time. Well actually he'll proabaly read this and never leave Orange County withme again! Well I just screwed that plan up.
Oh well. Overall the rest of the weekend was fun. Because of me still getting over pinkeye I have been wearing sunglasses inside,at night, pretty much all the time. Hopefully this is the last weekend for that. You should've seen the looks I got at church. Because without the glasses, I pretty much just look like I am stoned. LIke high out of my mind. And with my history, I kinda raise eyebrows when I show up somewhere with bright red eyes. Probation should be fun tomorrow. Anyway it's late and I am just rambling now. Talk to y'all soon.
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