Dreams will be the death or me. [Ed.: NS for anywhere that does not dispense Thorazine and straight jackets.] So I am crawling into a bed somewhere. Someone is already there. It’s Ruth from back in college. Big tits, big mouth. Hasn’t aged a day. Why is SHE here?
The Dude Abides
This is Boardner’s in Hollywood - yet another Hollywood bar that is not quite sure what it wants to be. It’s dark and moody, but the bar is curvy with mood lighting better suited for West Hollywood than an historic L.A. dive bar. We stopped in to see what all the commotion in the street was about.
So Long, and Thanks for all the Fish
Saturday was a lazy day. A long walk in Venice, and the “mental disturbance” tour of Venice Beach, with lunch and some gratuitous nudity and dog abuse for a floor show. Regrouping in L.A., Lurleen and I then went hunting for a decent Hollywood dive bar. We strolled over to the Tinhorn to meet the bartender from generation-awesome.com for the beer special…
Girl, Don’t They Warn You
It’s Sunday night in Hollywood. The last hints of day are long gone. In the Parlour Room on Yucca, you wouldn’t know this. Like any good former strip club (or casino), there are no windows or clocks to trouble you with the passage of time. Even the patio out back hides the truth after dark. The only way you’d know…
Two Things
that are wholly unrelated: We’ll be in West Hollywood over the weekend. We just fired off the prescreen for our third visit with the 30 foot anaconda. NTTAWWT
Doesn’t Matter What You Say, Gonna Do It Anyway
L.A. doesn’t care what you think. If you think it’s crazy You ain’t seen a thing Just wait until we’re going down in flames Next trip to L.A. I want to see the SOLA side of town. Ideal would be a chance to immerse in the scene for a couple of weeks. Not the touristy shit (do want to see…
Alligator Lizards in the Air
Lurleen and I took off for California. Following a meander through San Bernadino and the suburbs, we chanced upon Pasadena. Pasadena is like its own city that just happens to be surrounded by L.A. suburbs, except for the mountains on the backside. Boulder, Colorado is much the same way – a real city among bedroom communities – except on a way…
A Wretched Hive of Scum and Villainy
Cass Corridor’s Infamous Temple Hotel Finally Bites the Dust – Demolition Watch – Curbed Detroit Pour one out for the Temple Hotel. The storied safe haven for prostitution, drugs, and other historic mainstays of the Cass Corridor was demolished today, emitting what had to be an especially disgusting plume of dust. Yes, R.I.P. you biohazardous den of iniquity. Little did we know back…
Beerhounding in Tempe, Part 2.
So we left the World of Beer with Lurleen. Good night moon cigar guy from New York. This is Arizona. In the summer, we wear hats and drive cars, or people die. It’s that simple. Good night, drunken Canadians. Enjoy your raid on the fresh AZ seafood. Good night, Baldies. Good night, Eddie Vedder on a skateboard. Then it was down the alley…