

The sky was clearing, and we decided instead of immediately leaving LA that we would see some sights. Danny picked first, and it must have set the rest of the trip up for some of the things we would encounter later as we traversed 4 states and 3600 miles in 9 days. This is Danny standing in front of the house off Normandie where Friday was filmed at. To say I was a bit uncomfortable in this neighborhood would be an understatement. The strange thing was, that even in the fucking ghetto, we had noticed a HIGH quantity of FINE latino women wandering around(most pushing strollers). We got the hell out of there before getting shot, and stopped off at Del Taco for some lunch so I could give Chili shit in text messages. After that it was Venice Beach.


Now I’ve been to Cali and the Pacific Northwest a few times, but this was the first time I got to stick my size 14s in the Pacific Ocean, so that was cool. California is definitely a different place. There were dozens of smoke shops and “Dispenseries” on the beach, and people openly smoking pot with apparently no fear of reprisal. It was a little bit of culture shock that one of the most retarded states in the Union seems to still squeak out a little more freedom than the rest of us. Of course that is a broad statement, it is just what I felt about it at the time. There were plenty of street performers, several of them funny and talented.


Danny being a badass on Muscle Beach:

After a bit it was time to get going, and we headed up to Malibu and the Pacific Coast Highway. Driving this stretch of road was pretty awesome. Right as it got dark outside, we suddenly hit the VERY narrow and winding portion of it. The Mustang handled like a champ, but we were growing weary. We decided Big Sur would be our stopping point for the night; the former stomping ground of Jack Kerouac and Henry Miller. We stopped at every single hotel in town and everything was booked. Apparently there was some sort of event going on. We drove to the next town. Same story. And the next. Same story. By this time we were fucking tired, and decided to make a leap north after getting hassled by some cholos at a convience store picking up some 5 hour energy and Danny buying a burrito that was hotter than the core of the sun.



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