Short quasi-related story:
During my senior year of high school at Marshall High (in LA), I pretty much never went to class. Instead we would ditch, and go down the street to this pizza place where one of the co-owners liked me and my friends. We were three hot girls, and one of us was legal. Sounds terrible, I know. Anyway, I was always kind of a sarcastic bitch (I usually was that way to people I didn’t know, sometimes still am - I know, I need an attitude adjustment but hey, I’m bipolar, which is like the box-of-chocolates when it comes to personality and first impressions).
Anyway, I guess I reminded him of his sister. So we developed this sibling-like bond which was nice. And I would always go and complain about all my problems, and vent to him, and he would provide me and my friends with a place to be. We were like mallrats at a pizza place. We got to know all the locals. We made friends in their 30s and 40s, and here we were, 17 & 18. But anyway… This guy, this co-owner of this pizza joint, also happen to be a drug dealer. Which I guess was why, when he’d notice if our cars gas tanks were empty, he’d give us money to fill em up. He wasn’t creepy. And he never tried to fuck us. He tried to fuck other girls, and he was probably creepy towards them - but not to us. Anyway, sometimes we would need help, like we would need a ride from somewhere. And he would pick us up. But I remember one time, he took us here. He told us not to get out of the car and that he’d be right back. And about 15 minutes later he came back, my friend and I sitting in the car listening to the radio, pushing all the buttons trying to figure out the moon roof. Turns out he was their “coke guy”. He got caught about 6 months later for doing related stuff, and went to jail. We were sad. He got out, and he got clean. But they didn’t let him work at the pizza place anymore. And I always sort of felt bad that he got caught before I’d said anything. I wasn’t aware of half the stuff that went on. Well - okay, I was. I just didn’t wanna talk about it.
I’m more careful with my friends now.
Random life story. Related to a picture. Mmmm, fuck my life.
Sad news in Los Angeles this morning, beloved Sunset Blvd strip club, The Body Shop caught on fire. The cause at this time are unknown.
Via LA Times & skeetonmischa
