We began our Monday night by closing down the Kings Head pub. I felt like having a pint and maybe taking pictures somewhere. As my best friend and I are putting on our jackets, ready to head out the door, another friend walks into my room. He thought he’d drop by and say hello. The consequence of showing up at my house without notice is you then have to participate in whatever it is I might be doing. As the three of us head out to the pub, said friend whines a little bit about being tired and it falls on deaf ears. We have a round.
Another friend meets up with us, and after a round with him, another friend shows up as well. We drink too much and talk about serious subjects without due respect to anything or anyone. When we get back to my house, the original gate crasher heads home which leaves the 4 of us to amuse ourselves. The last friend to join the evening attempts to communicate some poorly expressed idea, but somehow we all understand because we hop in the car and drive off.
We wind up a dark road lined on either side with mansions as we munch on recently acquired sandwiches and smoke away at a fresh pack of cigs. We get to where we’re going, park the car, and walk single file up a hill. The hike is short but hell. We plop down, catch our breaths, and while Nate starts to play his guitar, Matt begins to snore and Mike lays back and looks up at the orange clouds. As I set up the tripod and fuck with the camera, I look out at the city and for a split second, I feel unique.
Los Angeles, California
09.30.2008
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