When you pull off the highway going 60+ mph you can’t expect that there will be any lights to shine your path or signs to tell you to slow the fuck down so that you don’t crash at the 90-degree turn. But I do think that those little reflector lane things are more raised out here, screaming to riders in the narrow channels that they’re out of line, speeding up and down the hilly highways, I’ve never experienced my ears popping driving through a city on such a regular basis.
Found a rad indie video store called Cinephile in West LA, near an indie-type theater that’s playing Cronenberg’s newest, I rented Videodrome, Up in the Air and Jennifer’s Body. Chatted with one of the desk guys about Young Adult. I made a cocktail with peach liqueur and Diet Dr Pepper the other day and it was like sipping the alcoholic molasses from a peach tree if such a thing existed in Heaven. Reading “Just Kids” by Patti Smith. Ran away to NYC when she was 20. Thirty is the new 20.