Hollywood Immersion

I seriously love this place. It's fun. It's entertaining. It’s wild.

So I have to stop going out. I went out wed, thurs, fri, sat, sun. Too much. My brain is dead now. Its crazy how much cocaine there is in this town. Everybody loves the nose candy. I don't like cocaine, and it is seriously crazy that people die so whities and richies can get a little high, but that’s Hollywood, its a dog-snort-dog kind of place.

You know it's crazy, but I have only encountered very nice people in LA, even the ones who don't want to fuck me. There is a whole stigma about LA and Hollywood that it is stuck up and fake, but I've been going out a lot and haven't seen it. I've met a couple of jerks, but overall, its very open, very friendly, and very wild. San Diego and Laguna are completely stuck up compared to LA. Everyone here is motivated and going somewhere. Surround yourself with successful people.

J's friend Jessica is in town. She is a Barbie looking lesbian from Atlanta. When we went out Friday night, after the bar, they were all trying to score some cocaine, and we stumbled upon a sketchy looking character in the parking lot, and J was scoring some cocaine, despite Jessica's womanly intuition. Well, we all got home and I promptly took a plunge for the bed on the floor, and they went to snort their blow, they all started coughing and Derek threw up, THEY BOUGHT BABY POWDER. What a waste of money, at least it was entertaining for me.

It's so freaking hot in LA! It feels like the south, what gives?

To be continued