In LA I rented a car for the first time in my life and dras­ti­cally under­es­ti­mated the cost. I harvested and smuggled home one (1) lemon, which ended in a vinai­grette. I had a party with Rob and AZ in my hotel room. Some elderly people made fun of me for wearing a tie; I pointed out that the security guard was wearing one also. In the market­place I ate too many pupusas and tortas and had to be carried up the hill by the shortest railway in the world (see above). I was sweet-talked by Azer­bai­jan. I got in three (3) argu­ments with differ­ent Disney Hall garage atten­dants. I found $10 in the parking lot of a thrift store. I had the best sushi of my life (thus far). I had Gabe’s Joan Didion song on loop in my head. I watched Bill Cunning­ham New York and drank whiskey; I watched Lost Highway and drank ginger ale. I wrote 36 emails and 24 bars of music.

Apolo­gies to Eric Shan­field.