My foggy memory/life

It hurts my head when I try to think of all the cities and towns I've stayed in over the past year. I couldn't tell you the names of even half of them, but I could tell you that "that one place" has a huge playground that's fun and comfortable to sleep at. Or I could tell you that "that next one" has some random giant pineapple tourist attraction. Or "that other one" has a sweet skate park that's lit up all night but there's a huge mosquito problem.

There's definitely more cities names I've forgotten than remembered. But you're pretty cool, LA.

I sat outside of Universal Studios at some store and drank a lot of iced coffee. Maybe some day I'll actually go in.

I am now tattooing at Hollywood Zebra, 6660 Hollywood Blvd. I tried to escape Hollywood and I made it exactly one block from where I was, still on the blvd.

At least there's always something interesting going on. This pretty much sums up my night - "Sorry, guy-covered-in-blood, I will not tattoo a teardrop on your face for $20 even if you say you'll pay me later". (Also if you could take your hand out of your pocket it would make me a lot more comfortable and a little less scared for my life)