So I got some gigs under my belt, declined the offer of a job in the hostel, offered a show in Silverlake, which I'll be coming back for, fell in love for a few hours, saw a dead body, thought I was gonna be murdered in a trailer home, walked miles and miles and miles and miles.
LA I think I love you, you weird beast. I may not have a neck tattoo or a small white dog. I do not ride a skateboard or speak any Spanish. I am in the entertainment industry so I belong.
Its been 16 days time to find some new shiny jewels elsewhere.
Peace.
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