friday on santa monica blvd..

my buddy huff and i went to barney's beanery last night.

we got drunk.

talked to a few girls.

nothing substantial.

few smiled.

mostly shit-faced.

and i pushed past the dandies and artists who really look like artists, and went outside to the smoke deck.

nearly got in a fight with a hipster on the way.

but peace prevailed.

found a half-smoked cigarette.

lit up.

amazing how many industry types were there.

mostly TV-types.

real used car salesmen.

hucksters.

but we came home, crashed. woke up the next afternoon and went for grub.

lighthouse cafe, like the old days.

took ellroy too.

ate.

walked; shirts off getting sun.

came to the pt. fermin lighthouse.

near sunken city.

edge of the cliffs.

and there was a festival.

a christian festival with kids really happy and praising jesus.

wasn't my thing, but who am i to talk shit.

if they're happy.

they're happy.

's what we all want, right?

happy.

'course the females were around.

good god-fearing with broad smiles.

even met one. got her number.

seemed nice.

least she wasn't pitching a tv pilot...