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Saturday I went to Yard Records to see Rigamortis Tortus, Subversive Uprising, Disabled Youth, and Wrecking Crew. I finally got to see Sam after a while, even though it was for a little five minute smoke and talk. Everything got messed up at the end, so we didn't see each other after the show. Kaylei and I went to the plaza for a few hours yesterday, until Yasmin, Kira, and Kira's cousin, Kenny, came along. We decided to go to Denny's, because listening to ring tones and drinking coffee didn't seem like much fun at the time. We talked about drugs and jazz, and we each went around the table telling one fact about ourselves, then told some stories. Kenny gave me a c.d. of his friend's band that played at Ozzfest this year, pretty good stuff. Our waitress over-heard a conversation we were having, and she told us about her life, and how she moved out at thirteen, and lived on the streets in Oceanside. She also showed us her tattoo. She was the same waitress Yasmin, Kira, and I had last time we went. Speaking of tattoos, the security guard at the plaza showed Kaylei, Ben, and I his tattoo of Lynyrd Skynyrd, which he got when he was younger. He said he got drunk before he got it, so it eased the pain, but the pain only got worse. He's getting another one on his back. Kaylei and I talked to him the whole night; he's a really cool guy. Too all that I instant messaged stupidly the other day: I was stupid enough to drink alone at ten in the morning, and get online. I later got alcohol poisoning because I drank too much, and got an allergic reaction, and threw up for two days straight. I really do deserve it. I went to Hollywood with Ben and Kaylei today. It consisted of Moroccan food, Guitar Center, Amoeba Records, The Doors, and The Smashing Pumpkins. I’m going back up tomorrow to see Rilo Kiley.
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