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I was in Los Angeles, California for 3 weeks, from December 27- January 19, 2004, when I flew to Bangkok, Thailand. For most of
the time in LA, I did not have internet connection or a digital camera. In LA I was able to spend precious time with my family, including my gram, mom, sister and aunt. Though my beautiful, smart, succesful and dear friend Vanna may never forgive me for not making the time to see her in San Fransisco (sorry Vanna!).
January 20, 2004
I have been in Los Angeles, California for the last 3 weeks. For most of the time I have not had internet connection or a digital camera. Basically this website has been on standby for the last 2 months. I will be writing a story soon about the LA experience, which I think is unique in many ways.
Tommorrow my flight leaves for Thailand. I have very few solid plans once I get there. I guess I will follow my inspiration.
My beautiful sister Astara and her new special guy Jamie Ditcoate.
Jamie was gracious enough to hire me for a few days to help him with his property management. He is in charge of managing all the properties of a well known Hollywood theater company, including the private residences of the owner and his girlfiend. This job was quite entertaining. We did everything from dump runs through LA traffic, to patching the roof of a studio. One late-night while I was driving Jamie, Astara and myself home from Bliss, a snobby bar on La Cienega Blvd, Jamie recieved a frantic phone call from his employer. The boss man needed his help and it was an emergency! Lucky I was there, because although I had been drinking some, I was no where near as drunk as Jamie who was slurring his words, or Astara who was literally passed out in the back seat.
We dropped the drunk girl off at Jamie's and decided to go help the guy out. We arrived at the boss man's house still drunk at around 3am. Our task was to locate and terminate a rodent who was seen running behind a piece of furniture in the dining room.
After searching with flashlights on hands and knees for 20 minutes, I spotted the little rat running across the walk-in closet floor towards the bathroom. We trapped the frightened creature twice, underneath a dresser, and underneath the Japanese tub. But he managed to escape both times, between our legs or simply disapearing. Desperate, the rat made a dash for the closet, but he was not fast enough for Jamie's lightning speed foot which stomped precisely on its back. After an honorable apology to the suffering animal, he then stomped it with his other foot squarely on it cranium. At this point its tiny head exploded like a grape, and grey and pick brain matter spurted all over my only pair of pants.
After the initial shock of the "matter" wore off, we proceeded to fall on the floor in uncontrollable fits of disgust and laughter. Then we cleaned up, assured the boss man that he was safe from further rodent asault, and headed home completely sober. I was able to charge an extra 2 hours for "late night and rat brains on pants." The boss man went to a hotel.
Astara in her backyard enjoying a glass of white wine next to the fire. This was my last night in LA after spending 3 1/2 weeks with my sister. We had a BBQ and got pretty wasted.
Astara meditating on a rose.
My big sister and I posing in front of her house. You can't actually see it, but the Hollywood sign is behind us on the right.
Here is a self portrait with all my possesions layed on the floor next to the mirror.
A little taste of LA advertisement. The woman on this billboard probably lives nearby.
LA traffic sucks!
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