Su May 18 11:36 AM

I took a five hour nap today, and I'm still tired and wasted from all the alcohol I drank last night. Thing and I went to a place down Pico in Santa Monica with a neon martini and cigarette blinking over the door called Liquid Kitty. Then we went to a Mexican restaurant called Lira's and sat by the window with a nice view of the McDonald's across the street. I talked a little with a Flamenco guitar guy at the bar and watched little Mexicans fight. We had dinner with some girls from Thing's work. I had chicken tacos and threw a few Dos Equis on top of my rye and bourbon. We went to a screenwriter's party in Venice. I drank Heinekken and Bushmill's and talked to a blond who reminded me of Jersey Yokonoshizu of all people. After the party, Thing and I ventured into the Scorpion Bar. A big Mexican with a big handlebar mustache and a big gun patted us down. I won a couple of pool games and drank a couple Modelos. Then we went to the liquor store and I got a twelve pack and a porno mag. Raquel and Carlin were here. We played Pictionary and Getoff came home and we talked on the porch. I was supposed to go to a Reggae cruise in Long Beach Harbor with them all, but Shirelle started acting like a baby bitch, so I didn't go. I told Shirelle I wanted off the roller coaster. She did a lot of sobbing and moaning and left, finally. The phone rang, but I didn't pick it up. The Redwings and Dodgers won. Today, John came and we drove out to Pacoima to tow the truck to Placentia. I slept on my mom's couch. Mac brought me back. All the stories on all faces in all the cars we passed, in the windows of the big buildings and old houses...I read my Bible. I'm on page three hundred and eighty. Almost done with Kings. In Spain the Sunday bells are ringing.