its been too long

My adventures in LA proved to be fruitful and everytime I am there I can't help but feel as though I am home. There is something about that feeling that makes me comfortable. I'm not sure if its my desire to be living there or if I am supposed to be there, but either way I choose not to disagree with my feeling. Met John Leguizamo breifly in Santa Monica...even though it was a celebrity sighting, it felt inappropriate to make a big deal out of...and its john leguizamo aka luigi mario.

While there was interviewed for a documentary about the 3rd anniversary of the war in Iraq and was followed around by two men with cameras and a third with a notepad, assuming they believed me to be a celebrity of some form...not sure who...elijah woods? i say that only because i was hanging out with my wizard friend so naturally they assumed me to be a hobbit or a hobo...either way i was eating out of the trash.

Will post more of writings in LA as soon as i recover from the observation of St. Patricks day...it was a cruel mess of a woman that gripped hold of my yesterday and into the early evening...the foul mistress grabbed me by the lapels and made me drink until my eyes were glazed like the coast of Cork...my inner irish and inner sobriety had a good go at one another and its enough to say that my sobriety lost that battle something fierce, many a braincell were lost and memories took a huge beating as well...some fuzzy things come back...man in broadday light wearing a towel, young girls asking me if i was Corey Kloos to which i replied "i used to be until this goddamn beast took hold of me"...they were unamused or frightened...spoke to several family members, not sure what was said or if i made sense...probably did not, thank god i was in my neck of the woods, could have been awful...