I’ve always suspected that I was a nutcase. Well, there’s no more doubt about it from today onwards.
Anyway, here are the overdue pictures from Los Angeles. One of the best trips I’ve ever had. I shook the hand that shook Tom Cruise’s hand. I had Creole food for the first time. I had the best hotdog (sausage wrapped with crispy bacons and all the trimmings) I’ve ever had.
Giant hand and hotdog.
Pershing Square which was featured in the last scene in Speed was smacked right in front of my window. I got screamed at by a hobo. I made friends with some Brazilians. I saw LOADS of people filming. Nicholas Cage was filming in the hotel just around the corner from mine. I saw Kobe Bryant (okay it was quite far from my shitty seat but I saw Kobe Bryant).
I saw the Hollywood sign. I saw some famous landmarks from movies such as Pretty Woman, Police Academy, City of Angels, True Lies and etc. I saw Viper Room where River Phoenix died. I saw the last of the palm trees that have defined Los Angeles’ infamous landscape. I enjoyed myself thoroughly in spite of certain circumstances.
Pumpkin ice-cream at Farmer’s Market.
On the way out from Farmer’s Market, a woman with a dog in an SUV stopped suddenly, wound down her windows and offered to give me a spiritual reading. I freaked and declined. Is that a normal occurrence in the States or did I have something going on? I guess I’ll never find out.
No, no Disneyland or Universal Studio or 6 Flags for me. Why waste a perfectly interesting city?