year of a thousand roommates

I walked by the Elliott smith tribute wall on sunset blvd in LA today. I’ve been here before and got to take photos and spend time reading what people wrote. I think I may have even written something, I can’t quite recall. Anyway, today I was walking acacia’s awesome little pup, jareth, who pooped and peed way more than I expected, so I just snapped some photos and read a few things then was on my way. I didn’t like the way jareth was sniffing around the wall and thought it’d be uncouth if I let him soil this place. Not that local taggers haven’t already kind of ruined it but still, it’s a place that feels holy or sacred or at the very least, special, so I’d rather the pup not piss on it.

As we walked away I saw a guy who looked strikingly like Elliott. Now, please know I’m not a believer in ghosts, especially ones walking the streets in shorts and sneakers. And even though I think about reincarnation at times I don’t feel the returning spirit or what have you will come back with a similar haircut, build and kiss army shirt. But despite all of the signs pointing to this obviously not being Elliott, it struck me as odd and almost off putting. I slowly watched him walk away and wishes that somehow I couldve snapped a photo of him as he were walking towards me. As he slowly disappeared I felt as if i’d actually just seen Elliott and missed the chance to talk to him. I’m fully aware of how ridiculous this sounds, but I’m just telling you what I felt. Zero rational, just emotion.

Anyway, the day spent hanging out with jareth in the sun felt great. I really need to stop sleeping so late and get out in the real world more often. The fact that my days are often spent sleeping or driving and most of my evenings are in bars or clubs I think is taking a toll on me. Once the year of a thousand roommates is over I think I’m going to have to force myself onto some kind of normal schedule, at least for a bit. Maybe having a job won’t be such a bad idea as it’ll make me get regular.

Also, I will say this. Last night the door guy at the club I played in LA seemed strangely cool and nice, very not LA. But then when I went to pay the meter and realized there was something stuck in it, I pulled it out and paid so that I wouldn’t get a ticket. I guess this really bothered door dude because he suddenly became a condescending dick. What’s funny is that the other door guy was a total prick and first and ignored my hand when I tried to introduce myself, but then oddly became nicer later. So, maybe the LA door guy thing is just to make sure you have a range of emotions. Perhaps they’re all up and coming actors?

Regardless, a bunch of friends came out last night and it felt good to play for them. I also met friends of friends which is always really nice and I appreciate them coming out. Oh, and one dude missed all the sets because apparently he was talking to a gypsy lady and she was reading him. Did I mention he was high as hell and just played simple blues sings all night? One was about his Honda accord. Interesting.

Tomorrow I leave this town, but before I get out of California and start heading slowly back east id like to buy a pair of jeans and am determined to eat a fat kid meal at in n out. Just saying.