Where was I…
I didn’t spend as much time in Los Angeles as I would have liked, but I wasn’t particularly impressed, and my spirit was twisted and beaten to such a measure where I wasn’t sure if I had any heart left to enjoy it.
We awoke at Max’s sister’s and had juice and some stuff. It was decided that Sam, Sarah and I would go to Venice Beach while Max and sissy-poo and other friends would go off and do what they had to. Slowly the plan was brought into fruition. I don’t know if I had an inkling of how long it’d take to get to West LA but, surprise, it was a long drive. Sam seemed agitated; he was worried about getting to Oakland late.
On the beach, Sam and I had a nice heart to heart about sorrow, anxiety, and the future. It was one of several we’d had before. Sarah disappeared for a little bit, but we found her later. The day was gray but warm. Our time was sadly short, but I actually felt okay. There was a deep pain inside of me that I couldn’t shake. We made our way to the car, linking up with some disgusting body builders and some ex-NBA tryouts.
We drove slowly across town, under the finally-emerging sun to where Max’s was, at a restaurant called Philip’s (I think). We picked him up, said goodbye to Sister Dameron, and drove off talking about five cent cups of coffee. We stopped at a In-N-Out Burger, where we did not break down.
Then it was goodbye LA–
–hello to the San Fernando valley, hello to endless fields, hello to playing CONTACT and hello to another In-N-Out Burger, which we also did not break down at. Probably because they thought we were of their kind.
We pulled into Oakland somewhat late. The show was already underway, but Wizard Rifle was last. We loaded in and Sarah took off with her friend Nicki. I hung around at the show and we crashed at Noah’s. I have no strong memories or opinions or feelings of that night, except for this vague and secretly totally identifiable rage in my breast, which I’m declining to divulge so as to protect myself from ridicule from myself for making myself known to strangers who might rubberneck here at any point.
-for Saturday May 12th, 2012