I don’t really like to bore people with that much personal shit on this site, but today I received a message from one of my best friends saying that he had just lost his phone during a recent visit to Los Angeles….upon inquiry as to how this may have happened, I received the following response:
“Shady guys next to the taco cart that pulled up after the bouncy castle in some sketchy neighborhood in west LA… we were kicked out sometime around 4pm but didn’t leave until around 11…. something about peeing off the fire escape, it didn’t concern me for I chose to potent in a red and white rubbery bed with a freckled 37 year old who had fed me muddy gluten free chocolate cake earlier when the lights were darker, cute and close but an oracle dice game called me an impostor but it was her birthday and it was inappropriate to follow her into the bathroom even though it was a understandable mistake given the circumstances. No hard feelings but a business card really? And I never even saw the smaller room through the trap door behind the snowflake stage, but i’ve smelled curry before.
Now you’re probably saying to yourself, “so it was the shady guys next to the taco cart that stole the phone after the bouncy castle was destroyed.” I know right? Makes sense but actually I left it in the car on the way to the airport after it had survived the chaos of a 32 hr party night just moments before. Stupid broncos.
Now my iphone will live in LA until I return to get it, or until it turns into a crack whore and has to come back to steal my shit for dope money. Hope that all makes sense.
Love you bro – come out soon!!”
