Hollywood revisited

I'm so bored. It's a Tuesday, and I'm bored. My thoughts are in a hundred different directions, therefore in no direction. I can't get anything accomplished. Can't concentrate on any (one) thing long enough.

Hollywood. That's where I need to go. Hollywood. I have a love/hate relationship with this city. It's the most unsexy city on the planet. Dirt. Smog. Filth. There's nothing sexy about this city. Nothing. Be that as it may, it's still the creepy shitty next door neighbor who can get you the best seats in the stadium if you're willing to wheel and deal.

I'm in the mood to negotiate.

Sure.

Let's do this.

I've got my headsets on. Going about my business. Listening to the news. Twitter, is on the Isis hit list for closing down Isis affiliated accounts.

Directly ahead,

Some homeless guy is yelling at a Hollywood tour bus as it goes by. I take off my headsets.

"Hey! Hey! Richard Pryor, right here!" the homeless man yells at the bus, pointing at another man half dead on the sidewalk. "Yo! Richard Pryor, right here! Right here! Richard Pryor! Richard Pryor, right here! Right here! Richard Pryor!"

Not to be a critic, but it's kind of not funny after the 30th time you say it.

In the doorway if some motel,

A dozen cops are busting a guy for holding. I definitely don't stick around for that. Not after the downtown "incident" with that guy and the cops who shot him. I'm no one's collateral damage, and many of those cops (clearly) have bad aim.

Christ. Some guy is jerking off outside of Ralph's. Broad daylight. No, don't look. Don't look. Just keep walking.

You looked.

Hollywood. I go there when the weather is crummy. When I'm in a bad mood. When I feel like slumming.

Be seeing you again, old friend.

Thanks.