Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Sunday In L.A. the day of the oscars
The traffic really starts at 11 AM. The bottleneck drudge spreads itself open down La Cienega past CBS studios on Wilshire. The hookers as a rule of thumb have their dates by 1 PM before resorting to the internet, or worse, the street. Check in time at hotels is 3PM while the drug traffic flows West back into LA from Vegas via I-10. Saturday Oscar Eve is all night so you'd better have your cocaine orders in by Thursday, cause on Monday, the day after, nothing moves but air quiet recovery sleep into Fat Tuesday at the Silver Lake Lounge pitch black afternoon of $2 bottled MGD with a guy named George. George takes the bus from South Central to be at this place and ponders why Sean Penn won best actor.
The traffic really starts at 11 AM. The bottleneck drudge spreads itself open down La Cienega past CBS studios on Wilshire. The hookers as a rule of thumb have their dates by 1 PM before resorting to the internet, or worse, the street. Check in time at hotels is 3PM while the drug traffic flows West back into LA from Vegas via I-10. Saturday Oscar Eve is all night so you'd better have your cocaine orders in by Thursday, cause on Monday, the day after, nothing moves but air quiet recovery sleep into Fat Tuesday at the Silver Lake Lounge pitch black afternoon of $2 bottled MGD with a guy named George. George takes the bus from South Central to be at this place and ponders why Sean Penn won best actor.
# posted by DH @ 8:39 PM 
