damage control

it turns out that last night was a clear cut indicator of how i need to prolly hold back on the vodka. drunken buffoonery is not what i would like to have my name associated with, especially at this stage of my life.

i missed out on what would have been an awesome santogold show (fucking virgin!!!) and so with no other choice, i found myself drunk as all hell at 3:00 in the afternoon, snapping a few shots on hollywood blvd.
and in doing so...

i once again found religion...


smoked sum crack...


followed a stylish ass streetwalker...


drank way too many of these...


got even more wasted...


made a giant mess...


and ended up wishing i was this guy.


all in all there was a 200 dollar dent...but ultimately when you make a mess you gotta man up and clean it up.




fin.