So Helter Skelter was 'back' and free tonight, but fuck...it was boring as hell. Whoever that DJ was, I'm sorry, but he sucked. I danced to three songs in three hours. Shit, if Andy hadn't shown up, I wouldn't have stayed as long as I did. I swear, I was starting to nod off from boredom.

So, afterwards, for some reason, I decided to take Hollywood to Laurel Canyon. That was kinda fun. A twist here, a turn there, and oh, hey...look at that. Mulholland. Fuck, why not, right? So I cruise it. Three separate times I stop along the road to look at the city lights. First time, it's mainly the Valley in front of me. Second time, it's more of Universal City, etc. Third is Hollywood, clearly. I can see the Knickerbocker and, further out, the buildings downtown. All very nice. Gorgeous, really, but I've told you all of this already.

The nights have been warm, here. The leather jacket is part "just in case" and part "fuckin' looks cool," but lately it isn't needed.

Duncan, Poe and Bic all keep me company when I'm out, but it's a pretty poor substitute for the kind of company I need right now...