Walking. Thinking.

Psycho Mike, the infamous LA radio personality informed me in an enraged panic that Carmegeddon was fast approaching. Batten down the hatches, stockpile canned food, lock yourselves in a secure shelter, and stimulate the economy by buying movies on demand for the long and tedious weekend ahead. The 405 was closing in Los Angeles. A fate that seems to equal alien invasion or nuclear holocaust here.

I had plans on the East side that were dashed because of the looming traffic conundrum. Instead of sulking in my hotel room, I ventured out for a day long sojourn by foot. From Santa Monica to Venice to Abbot Kinney and beyond. I saw an art exhibit by Faile, I looked at expensive denim at Stronghold, I sweat out considerable amounts of booze consumed the night before. Mostly I just walked, contemplated life and looked at interesting things.