My dad and I went into the city (Manhattan) today. I made him track down the Joe Strummer mural (photos forthcoming) and he made me go see some jazz trio which consisted of two really talented guitarists and some whacked out Brazillian broad who kept popping her cheeks and played something called a "thumb piano."
Tomorrow, I am heading back to LA. Thanks to my alcoholic Staten Island friends I had forgotten how much fun it could be to be drunk, so I think perhaps tomorrow on my flight I might have to put back a few just to make the time go faster. Word.
Tomorrow, I am heading back to LA. Thanks to my alcoholic Staten Island friends I had forgotten how much fun it could be to be drunk, so I think perhaps tomorrow on my flight I might have to put back a few just to make the time go faster. Word.