I tried to ride out to the Leave Mags in Studio City just to Hector it out, even though they're closed. Sun was beating against my arms and I could not make out heads or tail from the zsony earbuds where my Sprint Navigator was telling me to go. I can make out the instruction on the street, but once i enter the highway, nil. I don't think a "noise cancelling" device will make much difference either.
Stopped at a favorite watering hole in Glendale. Had a Deer Slayer, working on a punt of Newcastle. Listening to some funky dance music.
Never got to bloggibg bout my nifty at Santa clarita with the old road Harley chapter members. I felt like I was taken under the wing of the guy who sold me my bike becuz he was how shut faced I was getting and moved to sober my ASAP up.
Why was u going here?
Anyway, called the most attractive gal here "Russian girl" to get my food order unknown and recalled Dave's remark to a waitress at Denny's that "i had slapped the last girl" when the waitreess came running out to return the backoack I was leaving behibd, upon leaving.
When I'm feeling good, ill curse like a mofoer. I'm in publicly service and i have to say that every customer I get I look at with the respect of assuming that he, or she, us a cold blooded killer .
So, so far I've had 3 drinks, I'm working on #4 and still nobody had approached me about a tab. That's do cool!