Five things about Southern California that keep me sane
Pictures of my girlfriend
Specifically the laminated pictures I have from a photo booth in an Osaka arcade after a night of bowling with some random drunken Japanese fellows. One of the men said I had the “animal eye”. It is impossible not to fall deeply in love with a person who has seen your Zoolander impression and will still agree to be seen with you in public.
103.1 FM
This has to be one of the greatest radio stations in the country. Today I heard Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols strumming and humming along a little T.Rex ditty. They also play Sinatra every day at five. And the station is good for any occasion, such as when you are overtaking a hearse during a funeral procession but do not realize it until it is too late and you have blasted Elvis Costello out of your windows at a dead person.
The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf
They do not over roast their beans and the Iced Blended is far superior to anything that has come out of the gaping pits of capitalist hell that is Starbucks. Any day that I exist without it in the dry heat of Southern California I feel like something is missing from my life... aside from moisture.
My cousin and her girlfriends
They are the reason I was in Artesia last weekend browsing the Bollywood titles in Indian mini-marts, and they are the reason I may be going to a party on an aircraft carrier this Saturday. I should probably give'em a little shout out. "I love my life!"
Baja sauce
I have no idea what they put into the Baja sauce, but it is like a spicy thin hollandaise that fits perfectly with grilled seafood. Only with crack.
Specifically the laminated pictures I have from a photo booth in an Osaka arcade after a night of bowling with some random drunken Japanese fellows. One of the men said I had the “animal eye”. It is impossible not to fall deeply in love with a person who has seen your Zoolander impression and will still agree to be seen with you in public.
103.1 FM
This has to be one of the greatest radio stations in the country. Today I heard Steve Jones from the Sex Pistols strumming and humming along a little T.Rex ditty. They also play Sinatra every day at five. And the station is good for any occasion, such as when you are overtaking a hearse during a funeral procession but do not realize it until it is too late and you have blasted Elvis Costello out of your windows at a dead person.
The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf
They do not over roast their beans and the Iced Blended is far superior to anything that has come out of the gaping pits of capitalist hell that is Starbucks. Any day that I exist without it in the dry heat of Southern California I feel like something is missing from my life... aside from moisture.
My cousin and her girlfriends
They are the reason I was in Artesia last weekend browsing the Bollywood titles in Indian mini-marts, and they are the reason I may be going to a party on an aircraft carrier this Saturday. I should probably give'em a little shout out. "I love my life!"
Baja sauce
I have no idea what they put into the Baja sauce, but it is like a spicy thin hollandaise that fits perfectly with grilled seafood. Only with crack.
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