Met up with my old pal Garett. He drove me over to his new crib in Echo Park (he was pissed that I was already three sheets to the wind), I admit I was kind of a mess. He was starving so we grabbed a burrito at the local roach coach, fired up the DeLorean and time traveled back to skid row for some seriously slammin' drinks at the tequila bar Las Perlas. Oh hell yeah.... NO! SLEEP! TILL! BROOKLYN! er... LA! All I know is... we better find some hookers tonight.
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