flip69...then mojave.
so before the mojave story i first should start from where it all began....
flip69 was in town,a couchsurfer from germany,who likes beer go figure.
and with me enjoying my unemployed life i thought it be fun to go stay out at markos my second home.since flip was there and marko at work i figured i could entertain him and bring him some of my lazy hobo like lounging l.a life.
so i took the bus after work and made it to markos,we immediately started with beers and vodka,but i mainly with the vodka.beers filling,and ive always liked vodka,nice and clean high with very little hangover.something about being in this city life puts me back in that high life party livin mode. not that i didnt drink in the desert,i just found it easier to control there.probly due to that deep spiritual connection i have with that place and myself. and this place being full of excuses and disquises,its easy to just let loose and party it up.also i feel that connection that always was a draw here for me long long ago,back in my hero days of jim morrison and keroauc.yeah im in high spirits when i party.so when i die and go to hell.ill be in good company eh?
so bascially for three days me and flip,drank,and drank,and wandered the city,and i broke him in to some coldstone,we pigged out on ice cream,wandered hollywood more and i broke him in to my fav cream puffs in the world from beard papas,and then we drank more,and stumbled our way from bus to train to bus and back and forth from the beach to the valley so many times,ill get sick thinking about those bus rides again.
in hollywood we had loose plans to meet mathieu,loose meaning that if he got there and found us,great,if not, were gonna sit here and enjoy these two for ones.
and they were liters.
oddly enough he did find us... but the universe works in strange ways and ive had many examples just from being here in L.a that ill save for some other stories.
just walking by he heard our voices,looked over,ordered four and sits down to join us.the table behind us,all travelers,the table next to us,all travelers as well.
we now just converted a bunch of new couchsurfers. after talking and drinking that patio was full of new friends,it was amazing to see things blossom like that.
we even took moedawg,one of the new ones with us to venice beach the next on a long tour of drunken buses and laughs.
long story short,we ended up that night at big wangs. a bar on sunset with $6 pitchers,it was the surfers last night and everyone was burned out from days of non stop parties.we had some beers,we talked and people watched then we called it short,and headed home.for a rest i thought,then mojave came calling......
flip69 was in town,a couchsurfer from germany,who likes beer go figure.
and with me enjoying my unemployed life i thought it be fun to go stay out at markos my second home.since flip was there and marko at work i figured i could entertain him and bring him some of my lazy hobo like lounging l.a life.
so i took the bus after work and made it to markos,we immediately started with beers and vodka,but i mainly with the vodka.beers filling,and ive always liked vodka,nice and clean high with very little hangover.something about being in this city life puts me back in that high life party livin mode. not that i didnt drink in the desert,i just found it easier to control there.probly due to that deep spiritual connection i have with that place and myself. and this place being full of excuses and disquises,its easy to just let loose and party it up.also i feel that connection that always was a draw here for me long long ago,back in my hero days of jim morrison and keroauc.yeah im in high spirits when i party.so when i die and go to hell.ill be in good company eh?
so bascially for three days me and flip,drank,and drank,and wandered the city,and i broke him in to some coldstone,we pigged out on ice cream,wandered hollywood more and i broke him in to my fav cream puffs in the world from beard papas,and then we drank more,and stumbled our way from bus to train to bus and back and forth from the beach to the valley so many times,ill get sick thinking about those bus rides again.
in hollywood we had loose plans to meet mathieu,loose meaning that if he got there and found us,great,if not, were gonna sit here and enjoy these two for ones.
and they were liters.
oddly enough he did find us... but the universe works in strange ways and ive had many examples just from being here in L.a that ill save for some other stories.
just walking by he heard our voices,looked over,ordered four and sits down to join us.the table behind us,all travelers,the table next to us,all travelers as well.
we now just converted a bunch of new couchsurfers. after talking and drinking that patio was full of new friends,it was amazing to see things blossom like that.
we even took moedawg,one of the new ones with us to venice beach the next on a long tour of drunken buses and laughs.
long story short,we ended up that night at big wangs. a bar on sunset with $6 pitchers,it was the surfers last night and everyone was burned out from days of non stop parties.we had some beers,we talked and people watched then we called it short,and headed home.for a rest i thought,then mojave came calling......
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