warlockholmes

The days in L.A. blend into one another. Sunny and warm, the slight taste of pollution in the air. Wannabe hipsters in every corridor, too smart to be fooled, but only fooling themselves in believing there is a cool scene here. too many ingredients to form a simple taste. I closed myself in my apartment today, recovering from the hangover I paid fifty dollars for on the Strip, and worked on my music. That's about it, not very exciting. Thought about how the night before I went to my friends gig, an all ages show, at the Key Club and how it made me feel old and out of touch with the teenagers of today. I hate emo! It's frightening to think about how many kids consider it to be cool. What a depressing and unispiring scene.