Fri 8-22 9:23 PM
Q's on the Westside.  Thing and I are playing Trivial Pursuit on NTN.  Porno-dressed girls sit across from us.  I ordered and ate a steak sandwich.  I'm in first place out of fifteen people here.  Scratch that--I just fell into second and lost the game cuz I picked the Dave Clark 5 as the artists of the '64 hit "Glad All Over" when it was The Platters.  We've just left Esteban Gracias' house around the corner.  Pablo and Sanyo came to pick me up.  We watched the Dodger game.  I love Sanyo.  Pablo doesn't.  They are together because she doesn't know that.  Should I tell her?  The DJ is pumping Prince's "1999".  I'm drinking a Jim Beam.  I just ordered a lite beer.  I had a Corona and a Sam Adams and a vodka and cranberry at Esteban's.  Now we hear Smashing Pumpkin's "Want to Go For a Ride?" (?).  The porno girls have gone.  Thing doesn't shoot pool.  Traffic moves along Wilshire out the open windows.  Our bar came in first in the nation in scoring.  Team Kotor beat me barely and was first in the nation.  What else?  I sat around all day and typed and watched pornos and made quesadillas and drank coffee.  What more?  It's loud in here.  We're sitting on the corner of the bar.  We have a pack of Marlboro reds.  I'm in first place again.  Carpal tunnel syndrome affects the wrists.  Says singer Tom Waits was born in the back of a Pomona cab.  Gimme shelter.  I'm in second.  I just changed my correct answer of Gene Kelly to the incorrect one of Donald O'Connor for who directed "My Fair Lady."  Fucking Thing got it right and didn't tell me after I've been giving him correct answers all night.  Chick with spaghetti strap dress upstairs has tattoo on shoulder.  I can't tell what it is, though.  Got another one wrong.  I'm in fourth now.  Fuck.