Greetings from the West Coast, pt. 2

Hello again. It is currently 5:07 AM in my hometown of Chicago, and 3:07 AM in Venice, California. Right now I am listening to “Study Natural Law” by Of the Opera, which just came out yesterday. My cousin is sleeping, and I am looking out the window at what would be the ocean, if it wasn’t so dark out that I couldn’t see anything at all.

So I guess I should give the rundown of what’s happened so far.

Before I get anywhere, I have to write a little disclaimer. I had a limo take me to the airport. I know, it sounds all pompous and “high dollar” but it actually ended up being cheaper than taking a cab, and I had no other option of getting from my parents’ house in Johnsburg to O’Hare. So don’t give me any sass.

Anyway the limo was scheduled to pick me up at 5:30 AM on August 22nd. 5:30 came and went, while I stood outside of my house with my luggage, looking like a complete idiot. 5:45 came and went. So I called the limo company.

They had my reservation scheduled for the wrong day.

So after sorting out that fiasco, a limo picked me up… an hour late. Needless to say we were stuck in some shitty traffic.

The airport was surprisingly simple. I had no problems, and only had to wait in a minimal amount of lines.

Since I did not go to bed at all last night, I was extremely tired. I tried to watch a movie on my laptop, but I soon realized that I wouldn’t be able to make it through even half of a movie. I grabbed one of those shitty flight pillows and passed out.

I woke up about half an hour before the plane landed. My ears were completely plugged from the pressure of the altitude. The plane landed safely, free of snake or terrorist attack. Thank God for that.

Sabrina (my cousin, whom I am staying with) picked me up at the airport and took me to some house where she conducted business with some associates. I guess they sell some sort of cleaning cloths at Sears stores around California. It’s kind of weird and difficult to explain, but it doesn’t matter because I fell asleep on the couch.

Before I forget, “Study Natural Law” has ended and I am now listening to “Blue Screen Life” by Pinback.

I am currently smoking a Marlboro 27 cigarette. Smoke is getting in my eyes since I can’t hold the cigarette due to all this typing.

Anyway, I woke up to a completely empty house. Sabrina had left me in some stranger’s house, alone, so she and her coworkers could go out to eat. In other words, she pretty much abandoned me. I was thoroughly pissed. After about an hour she came back and took me to her apartment. This place is a closet. It’s gotta be about 250 square feet. That’s a generous estimation, too. For those of you that can’t visualize 250 square feet, that is less than half the size of my studio apartment in Chicago. If you’ve been there, then that should give you a good idea of how small this apartment is. Not only that, but she told me that her rent is $1000 a month. That is twice the amount that I pay for rent in my place. So do the math. An apartment that is the size of mine in this exact same spot would probably go for about $2000 a month. That’s four times the amount that I pay.

What the fuck is it that she’s paying for?

Well, she has a view of the ocean. That’s pretty cool, but I have a cityscape view which includes the Sears Tower. And location can’t be it, either, because I’ve got a badass location, too. The South Loop. So who knows, I think she’s getting ripped off. Well, in actuality, I’ve got a sick deal on my apartment. But still, I think $1000 a month for this place is pretty fucking steep.

So we went to a hookah bar/restaurant, and I had an excellent pizza. Sabrina had lentil soup (um… gross). We also had a double apple hookah. So that was really cool.

There are so many hippies here, it’s insane.

Also, on the way back we saw a gang “chillin” in an alley, and two guys about to fight a few blocks away from the gang. One guy lifted his shirt up to reveal his slightly flabby, but slightly toned abdomen while warning his would-be adversary, “You better recognize!” After his enemy “recognized”, he began yelling, “West side, baby! West side, bitches!” I’ll tell you, this man is the lowest of low on the food chain. I hope survival of the fittest still applies today, despite modern science and medicine. This man simply must not reproduce. Although, I have seen first hand people reproducing that simply shouldn’t.

Society is crippled by the reproduction of people like this “West Sider”. But hey, you don’t like it, move to Johnsburg right?

We watched Waiting at the apartment, while I tried my hardest to solve an issue I’ve been faced with with web design. I won’t get into it, due to the fact that the only person I know that would understand what I’m talking about probably doesn’t read this blog. And if he did, he would laugh at my ignorance.

So now I guess it’s in my best interest to go to bed. No pictures to upload yet. I only took about five or six today. I’ll wait until tomorrow night. Hopefully I’ll have about 100 by then.

Thank you for reading. If you’ve gotten this far, leave a comment with the word “twist tie” because that way I will know you were actually interested in my day. Thanks again.

Love you all.

Oh I forgot to mention, I already miss home. Please send me a text so I know you miss me too.