Wow. I had some pictures developed that date back to over a year ago.



Things have changed so much! Who was I with when I flicked my cigarette at a bum in front of Madison's? Gawd, I'll really miss meandering around Westwood, getting pissed at the neighborhood bars, puking and smoking my life away.





Just being a wreckless college kid without a care in the world.





Still, things don't change quite so much.





No matter where I am or who I'm with, it always seems to consist of good friends and good beer.





And shrooms on a tri-annual basis.

I went out for the first time in what seemed like forever last night. Carrie's birthday was yesterday, and we hit up our favorite club Spundae to dance the night away and hang with the tons of cool people who frequent Las Palmas on the weekends. The DJ was bangin', the majority of people were happy and onE and I got to meet a lot of neat partyers. It was a much needed outing after a month of more mellow lounging.

I was struck as I was leaving Spundae and I saw a bunch of cholos walking through the parking lot. They were all decked in wife-beaters acting hard and looking tough. Then one proceeded to lift up the bottom of his shirt to wipe his forehead. I tripped when I saw his potbelly was covered in a tight black mesh netting. So sexy! So scandalous! It occurred to me that they weren't part of the Spundae crowd, and the only other club around was the gay night at the Arena. Anyway, I guess my gaydar's horrible.