13th
i puked off my bike
well in my mouth anyway. i had been drinking nice alcoholic beligan beers all day. i ended up biking to silverlake for a gallery opening that my blog crush’s arwork was at and abe vigoda was playing at. as i was biking there, my clip for my right pedal came off. this mexican guy came buy and helped me find the bolt for one of the screws. i found it all, but couldn’t reconnect due to lack of mini screwdriver. anyways, that’s all i knew about t’night, so it looked like a lackluster evening. And on paper, it was. I hardly knew anyone there save abe vigoda members and kyle m. i ended up being invited to join midnight ridazzz just based on the fact that my pant leg was roled up (meaning i obviously rode a bike). i told the kid i didn’t have a messenger bag and didn’t ride a fixie. he seemed okay with it. when i asked him if he knew my acquaintance b-rad (another midnight rida), he said he did but b-rad didn’t know him (hierarchical?). some other dude complimented me on not having a fixed gear bicycle. i got drunk off bombus then got lost for four miles on the ride back and tried to call adam b but my phone died. i puked in my mouth. that ruled. basically the night ruled, for sucking anyways.
