so i knew it had to drive longer and further, luckily traffic was as light as a three gram eigth.
she asked how? do you fly?
driving through silver lake to get to the freeway she said something like i love the east side
she said but why not the east side, it’s east of the beach.
everythings east of the beach i thought in my head knowing i had probably already lost the tip, which sucks because new yorkers are reliably good at tipping.
she was not dumb, she was jetlagged from jetting here the night before, working all day, dinner and drinks with friends at Horses
finally i said, but it’s not what angelenos call the east side unless they want to get into a fight – a verbal fight – with someone.
she was not happy with this conversation which made me sad because there we were so smart, so sexy, both smelling my jack in the box curly fries poorly hidden in the glove box
she was probably falling in love with me and if i had just let her be wrong we’d be texting selfies right now saying lol and omg after each photo
two lanes of cars in the slow lanes were a parade of red brake lights along the hollywood freeway east as it crept to the 110 and 5 interchanges. stay left as long as you can, drafting the cars on the fast lane, soon the backup on the right will die down and you can merge over with ease, skating into the off ramp and into the hells mouth of the 110 south through DTLA
she was not impressed and soon we were met with another set of tail lights. these in the alleged faster lanes.
traffic she tapped.
opportunity, i sang and turned down the bee gees
why had i sat out so many days? the podcast for one, which was tardy, and without rest my arms and hands get sore. i felt great.
also driving at night in LA, calling your shots to a super sharp new yorker who hates you so much bc youre now being cocky, is extremely fun because thank god im finally good at something. and for once profitable.
$29 to LAX for a 41 minute trip? do you know how many ive taken for $20? $21 that take an hour? desperately? gambling a tip would be involved or a sweet ass fat ride out of LAX?
$29? did uber see i was driving way more for Lyft lately? of course they track us. we give them that permission so we can use the app. if they’re not tracking then shame on them.
as everyone merged to the left of the already congested harbor freeway in front of the beautiful westin bonaventure, i kept to the right where the only assignment is not to get hit. thats it. survive long enough to get to the magical overpass thing around 6th street / Wilshire.
i did all those things and got back on the 110 with ease and turned up foghat. she was still not awed enough to say im yours.
and with her hate now directed elsewhere, we sped onto the upper deck carpool lanes above the 110 next to USC and talked shit about our Black mayors with mutual disgust, topping each other’s tales with our miseries.