The top of winnetka
so im down in LA for the week to see religious girls, my friends from high school, and partake in a fathers day sailboat bbq. Its been a fullfilling couple of days. Last night my family and I went to an RV park in malibu to visit my dad's old friends from school. They cooked us a fantastic steak dinner. I drank a couple of beers. After we got back home all i wanted to do was smoke weed. I escaped the moreno fortress and drove my mustang to the top of our hill.
Little did i know that this hill is a prime friday night hang zone. I drive past several cars full of smoke and park off towards the end of the road. I relax, lite and cigarette and wonder if smoking weed is a good idea. About ten minutes later, a twenty something latio male approaches my car, in search of some pot. I tell him i dont have much, since i am now intent on saving it for the show. He walks away. I consider going back home, but another dude walks up to my car, the first guy's friend. "you want to smoke with us?" Jackpot.
thirty minutes later, Im high as fuck and half way through a miller 32oz; listening to gansta rap and burning through the night with donny, danny and marvin. I think we were all surprised at how well we all got along--being them and i belong to noticeably different crowds. I knew within ten minutes that they were the coolest group of dudes ive ever unexpectedly met. Donny, the silly fat man, is a supervisor at in-n-out and Danny is a pilot instructor at van nuys airport. In the fury of our blaze, he offered to teach me how to fly for free anytime i want, going as far as proposing a flight to sf (he also endowed upon me the beer). Marvin played the role of ambassador, integrating a group of semi-alternative white high school kids accross the street into our party.
I left the top of winnetka rejuvinated, appreciative of human nature. I think people are a lot more good-hearted than they're made out to be. Before i left, i told everyone about the religious girls show, and we all exchanged numbers. Its quite plausible that i will never see any of them again, but who says thats a bad thing? Isnt it all that more memorable? ....Fuck, that sounds lame.
Little did i know that this hill is a prime friday night hang zone. I drive past several cars full of smoke and park off towards the end of the road. I relax, lite and cigarette and wonder if smoking weed is a good idea. About ten minutes later, a twenty something latio male approaches my car, in search of some pot. I tell him i dont have much, since i am now intent on saving it for the show. He walks away. I consider going back home, but another dude walks up to my car, the first guy's friend. "you want to smoke with us?" Jackpot.
thirty minutes later, Im high as fuck and half way through a miller 32oz; listening to gansta rap and burning through the night with donny, danny and marvin. I think we were all surprised at how well we all got along--being them and i belong to noticeably different crowds. I knew within ten minutes that they were the coolest group of dudes ive ever unexpectedly met. Donny, the silly fat man, is a supervisor at in-n-out and Danny is a pilot instructor at van nuys airport. In the fury of our blaze, he offered to teach me how to fly for free anytime i want, going as far as proposing a flight to sf (he also endowed upon me the beer). Marvin played the role of ambassador, integrating a group of semi-alternative white high school kids accross the street into our party.
I left the top of winnetka rejuvinated, appreciative of human nature. I think people are a lot more good-hearted than they're made out to be. Before i left, i told everyone about the religious girls show, and we all exchanged numbers. Its quite plausible that i will never see any of them again, but who says thats a bad thing? Isnt it all that more memorable? ....Fuck, that sounds lame.