After the crazy overnight drive, we passed through Beverly Hills on our way to Santa Monica.
It was crazy hard to find a parking spot, but perserverance prevailed and we got lucky. However, both of us were pretty smelly and wearing nasty clothes, while everyone else it seemed in L.A. was looking pretty good. We parked in one of the neighborhoods and changed clothes in the car and took off. We wondered around and ended up meeting some cool people and some crazy people.
There was --definitely L.A., but very legit--
Beyond O2 Waterhouse, the guy at the wine store that randomly offered to buy us as much medical marijuana as we wanted since he had a card that let him into the plethora of herb stores around, and others. No we didn't take him up on it. We were recommended to walk down Venice Beach
to Washington Ave where we could drink our wine in a cafe. Venice Beach is probably the craziest place on earth.
I mean there were some serious whackos. The
piano dude,
the guitar dude, the
medical marijuana street vendor, the Canadian hat salesgirl, and so many others.
We couldn't afford the cafe or much of anything else around.
THATS MY UNCLE!
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