My first stop was to be the home of a friend of mine that resides in Hollywood. His significant other has his script so it’s always an interesting time had by all when I stop off there, plus I was thinking after the drive I would like to change my socks.
Now for those of you that are the uninitiated, if your feet are tired and worn out after a long day of trudging around your ponderous bulk, a change of socks can make a world of difference for your poor tired dogs. I try now to bring multiple pairs of socks on any trip anywhere primarily because I like the new day feeling for ones feet whence the socks are donned.
The drive down to my buddies was semi-uneventful, though the land and the tunes were beautiful and tasty. Highway 154 was under construction, which seems to be a constant thing, so I was able to drive through a cloud of dust from a ginormous bulldozer thingy dumping into a truck next to the one laned road they had for all. I took it fairly easy on the tunage as I was heading to a violent ear party and didn’t want to have my ears all partied out before I got there. A little of this, and a little of that, and I was there before I knew it.
I had called my buddy before during and after the drive to let him know I was coming, but since I am familiar with his sleeping habits I wasn’t at all surprised when I got the voice mail option to his phone consistently. So I trundled up the narrow hallway to his apartment and knocked on the door. I stared psychotically into his peephole and laughed when his eyeball appeared and disappeared and the door opened up.
“Hey man! I was just waking up!”
As it was only two ‘o’clock in the afternoon I was impressed he had a pair of pants on. Sans shirt was fine as he was sleepy and barely roused so I sat for a moment then went and got a pair of socks for freshening up the feetsies. I went pout to the car to collect the socks and returned to him in a shirt and slightly more coherent, changed the socks, and we went to a place called “Astroburger”. I had never been there and it was semi-cheap which was the requirement I gave to him, and I ordered the gyro and he got a coke. We chatted and walked back after procuring our respective vittles, and was there before his man got home. His man arrived with a flurry of books and mail and who knows what else and began to make requirements to smoking the interplanetary frop. As I have no compulsions to my own frop intake, I was on it before he was and so was waiting till he packed in his own bong, the “God’s Gift”. It was tasty, but the head change didn’t last too long, so once again I was on my own, traveling forth to the thrash metal mania that awaited me.
