A perfect morning for a slow, laborous walk along Sunset Blvd. We start west of Doheny and head east toward Crescent Heights. Its a nice change. Love the history and flava you get along that strip of Sunset; Upscale, rock 'n' roll and old Hollywood all rolled into one.
There's heavy construction causing heavy congestion heading east right now, too, so I could truly say I was happier to be walking.
Got to work w/my new gay pot-dealer buddy. He makes for good conversation, but it takes him a while to start moving. He likes to start talking first, and he'll just stand there. Today he started telling me about his high-end shop-lifting habit. He ranks up there w/Winona. He walked right out of Neiman-Marcus on Sunday w/a gigantic Gucci tote. Said he dressed to match the bag he thought he'd want, arrived by bus just as the doors opened, went straight upstairs and within 5 minutes exited and caught a cab to his friends' place to celebrate. Got my attention, for sure.
So I try to be polite and work around him to keep us moving, but he won't go pull the can so if I want us to move and not be sooo slow that Julio comes around and sits on our asses all day (which he ended up doing anyway) then I have to do it myself. And sweep the stupid trash. Finally I asked him if he was going to help w/the can so he did.
And nothing has changed w/Julio. Why would it?
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