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  26jan2014.sun. Arrived atLosAngeles, 19:20. Hotel, fifthfloor. Another man unknown. Fourtacos. Twitter, SusanBurke. A performance, betweenSunsetAndGlendale. Taxi. A frenchrestaurant which has existed since 1930s. A room, crackerconvention held by either ultracapitalists, better known as entrepreneurs, or religiousnutjobs. Consumed fourbottles of corona in total. The performance began after20hours. The restaurant was playing the broadcast ofGrammyAwards as if anybody gives a shit. The "standup"act, onecracker who was not funny at all, oneblack.ethiopian.homosexual, onejewish fromNYC, SusanBurke, onecracker who was funny. The cunt recognised me. Her husband was present, also. After the end of the performance ofBurke, Asked someone to call a taxi for me. Someone told me that a taxi had arrived, and Left the restaurant. Hostel. Slept. 27jan2014.mon. Woke up after0700hour. Walked to publiclibrary.central. It would open at1000hours. UPSbranch. They didn't have any type of yellowenvelope. Walked to a store and ate a salad. Everything about the district exhibited ultraCapitalism, Meritocracy, and the values bourgeoisies. The barbershop onSt.VincentCircle is closed on mondays. Walked to the hostel. Walked to the publiclibrary.central. Copied some bibliographies. Studied spanish.verbtenses. Left the library and walked to the hostel. Decided to watchHer2013. Walked toRegalciné betweenOlympianAndHarborFreeway. A convention was taking place atMariottHotel. Corporateexecutives were going to eat something in a restaurant. One of them said, It's some of thebestwork I've done. Premiere ofThatAwakwardMoment. Various individuals waiting to see that boy arrived. ZachApron. Moreindividuals waiting to see the film inside the ciné. Bought a ticket forHer. Waited. There was a screening ofUpstreamColour. Asked someone if it was the film ofShaneCarruth. He repliedaffirmatively and told me to sign up for some kind of club. Said that it was too late, because the movie would start in a few minutes. The other man asked me whether I wanted to watch the movie. Watched the movie. It was great and I felt excitement all over my body during the entirety of the movie. Saw that it was edited by Carruth and DavidLowery. Left the ciné and a taxi. Hostel. Ordered a teriyaki and brought it to the room. The roommate temporary was already in the room. Ate the food. Asked the roommate whether he wanted to drink some beer. He accompanied me to a store where he and I paid for sixbottles of shiner. He and I smuggled the alcohol to the room and drank it. He talked, I talked, and listened. He is from somewhere inMinnesota, which he finds boring. The purpose of his travel is to visit some universities where they teach Engineering and cardesign. He showed me his drawing of sportscars, which I found interesting. He plans to travel toSanFrancisco and visitGoldenGateBridge. Said that it is the place themostfavoured by suicidal persons. He said that he was aware and that someone, the name ofJason, who is fromSanDiego, who works in theUSArmy, who stayed in the room before me, works under the bridge so that he can either prevent suicide or retrieve the corpses. Remarked that I would have very much liked to converse with him. He showed me the photographs taken during his travel in southKorea. He and I, well, I listened to him talk about his hopes and frustrations concerning marriage. He expressed his condition to only marry the asian females. His parents practicesShamanism. He has two older sisters, both of whom are married and live inMinnesota. His father is dead and his mother is retired after working in a flowershop. He repeatedlyrevealed his financial difficulties and I sympathised.
  Tarantino is suing gawkers.com. Fucking whitetrashdumbass. In any case, I don't give a fuck. Tomorrow. What? Paparazzis wait for hours so that they can follow someone who is leaving a place. He hit me with a briefcase. They are only monitoring oneline. That is not true. That is not true. That's a lot of thinking for bear. Ashestoashesanddusttodust. Right, Sent a letter toElynRSaks, she was toobusy, the fucking cunt. Probably will never know. Bitchplease, you must have a mentaldisease. Assume the position and get back down on your knees come on. Right, looked at something concerning ThomasFriedman, and fuckThomasFriedman. Will read the books written by him. It will be an exercise in futility, but Will finish them, because he is considered a great thinker for some reason which I don't understand.