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NOTE: This entry was intended to go up yesterday, so the date in which I am refering to is actually Friday, April the 21st, not Saturday, April the 22nd.

I've been in a very reflective mood today.

And it's all because of last night.

I've had an apiphany: Perhapse this town is not the right place for me at this particular point in my life.

Sure, it's a VERY interesting town, with VERY interesting poeple, but It just doesn't feel right in my soul. In fact, this town has done nothing but send it through the perverbial ringer.

I've been feeling this over the last few days but last night was where I determined that I need to look in to a possible scenery change sometime in the near future. (I estimate by either late '06 at the latest spring '07)

Yesterday was pretty... um... well, eventful I guess one would say. It started out with me running out of gas on the way to work, making me late by 12 minutes.

Work sucks, as usual. However, I get paid. This means I was able to take care of my rent.

However, I needed to cash it at a check cashing place instead of my bank, due to an outragous overdraft charge that was wrongfully charged, and very rudly not reversed, but that's a different story. Right now we're talkig about yesterday.

So my car yet again runs out of the little gas I was able to put in it before work right on lincoln, but thankfully I was able to coast in to the parking lot of the ACE check place. In rush hour traffic no less.

I cash my check, then grab a gallon at the Chevron up the street (3 fucking 17! This is getting re-goddamn-diculous people!), I run back and stick it in the girthmobile and roll home.

I stop by the Landlord's and drop off rent, he wasn't at all pissed that I was late on it. In fact, he was totally cool about it. Still I felt bad for taking so long to get it to him.

I go home and loung around in my underwear for a good 3 hours until Chuy comes home, we get stoned and watch Up In Smoke.

I hang on the voice thread for a bit then take off to the White Horse (free hot dogs, fuck yeah), Subrosa was in town and I really wanted to meet the imfamous man, perhaps maybe have some of his fallout of coolness sprinkled upon me.

That's not a sexual inuendo by the way.

Fuck you.

Anyways, I soon realize that I probably should have stayed home.

The exact momment was when I was going north on Western, towards Sunset and the driver in front of me slams on his breaks, I don't have enough time to react so I wind up rear ending him.

Thankfully it was a low speed impact and the fact that my car is so low to the ground resulted in more dammage to my car than his. (He came out with a small crack and some scuffs on his bumper, where as I wound up with a busted headlight, a fucked up front bumper and a dent in my hood, not a big one though)

We both pull off to the side of the road and exchange the info, and he's actually pretty cool about the whole thing (turns out he doesn't want to fuck up his insurance rates so he wants to settle it out of pocket - so much better for me).

I am really shaken up and embarrased about it for the entire evening.

But the night doesn't stop there. It gets "better"

so after the bah, we all collectively decide to grab some tacos at Cactus No. 1m, but when we get there, we are not found to be welcome at this particular establishment.

Why? 'Cause we are white.

"May first motherfuckers, what you gonna do then, bitch?" they taunt us.

"You're in the wrong neighborhood, holmes" they warn us.

I just wanted to be drunk and eat tacos for god sakes.

They wind up punching out one of their own guys cause he was trying to get them to quit bugging us, cause obviously we didn't want any confrontation, and he didn't want any cops.

We take that as the perfect time to depart.

But then they followed us...

We (Margo_Dent, an alcaholicly unconsious obd and I) manage to lose them and I go to drop off my passengers.

Obd is wedged in between the back and front seat of the car, so it takes a bit to dislodge him. We finally get him on two feet and start walking him towards the building when the greatest possible thing that could have happened, did.

Obd's pants retreated towards his ankles.

There I was, in the middle of Downtown Los Angeles, holding up a fairly large drunken man of Irish decent from behind, who's pants were around his ankles as he's shouting, "I've lost weight! I've lost weight!" I couldn't help but to laugh histerically.

After helping Margo_Dent get obd to a bed I bid her and a half awake Maxx a fond farewell and head back to my car.

I am greeted by a guy fairly similar to Cleveland from Family Guy.

"Can I ask you something?" he requests.

I say sure, expecting him to ask me for change, but dude starts asking me about this art work in this window.

I tell him that I suspect that it was a mixture of industrial and organic, just cause it's what it looked like to me "Sorta anime like but in three dimentions."

He asks me what I though it means.

I tell him I don't know. "The artist would probably be a better person to ask", I suggest.

At this point I realise that he's full on checking me out.

He tells me that I'm attractive.

I nerviously say thanks and I walk off.

He follows.

I speed up.

So does he.

I'm running.

He's chasing me.

I fumble for my keys. Can't get it in the lock, too scared.

I shake as he pins me against the car.

My fear turns to anger.

"No, this is not going to happen to me again." I reassure myself.

My head snaps back.

He hit's the ground.

I get in my car.
I hit the locks.
I speed off.

...

I am so distraut over what just took place that I wind up getting horribly lost Downtown. I don't get home until 4:30 am.

I had work at 8.

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The events that I just regailed you with are the perverbial straws that broke the camel's back.

I don't feel save here. I don't feel secure here.

I haven't since I moved here.

I've made friends, whole I love very deaply here. I don't want them to feel like I desire to abandon them. It's just that I don't feel that this town is the right place for me.

The cumulation of the last 8 months here have made this a very clear point. It won't be an "adios forever", just a "see you later, when I have enough cash."

But yeah. This town is fucking nuts.