Thursday, August 27, 2009

Nur Leben ::: four ::: Expensive Hotels

So another hotel.
I've been in Mexico for a little over three weeks now.

I'm In Mexico City right now. I love this city. So trashy and sooo hip.


Plasma T.V. impressive fixtures in the bathroom.

A week ago was a nightmare. It was like one night amazing the next night...fuchi.

It was out of my hands and It felt like I was in the middle of...I dunno.

Zapopan. To be exact.

The room was small....stuffy. Within minutes i had stomach pains and I felt dizzy.

I dunno.


I took some meds, it helped a bit.



Jamie. I've been chatting with. Silly boy.
I DUNNO

iTs almost four am and i want to get up so i can eat the free breakfast buffet.

But Jamie.


Its been like this since i left SF.

ive gained some weight, but yet they love it. All of them. Many.

like 10 lbs.



The sheats feel sooooo good right now, they are cool and cumfy. Cold. It's modern in here. Gray.

Mexico City Now 2009









Monday, August 3, 2009

Nur Leben ::: Four ::: Northeastern L.A. & Anita

So I'm not really sure what the fuck our plans were.

Plastic wanted to visit his friend at his place in Pico-Union, but he didn't answer the door.

I dunno I dunno so we just ended driving down broadway then we ended up in Lincoln Heights then El Sereno then Highland Park.

Since we were in H.P. I suggested we see if Highland Park Anita was home.

Who is Highland Park Anita? Ok this is complex.

We have come to the conclusion...that Anita is a ghost. A spirt of some sort.

About hmmm 5 months ago, me and Plastic went to H.P. on the gold line and as we exited we ran into Anita and asked for opinion on what was the quickest route to getting to the Huarache Azteca on York Blvd.

She asked us to follow her 'little did we know, she was taking us the long way. In fact, she basically made us walk her home then gave us directions how to get to York Blvd.

She used us!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, me and Plastica are cool, so we think she just wanted to show us off.

How sad ha?? I mean, she was this little modest latina girl, hmm I don't want to say she is fugly, but yeah. She must be in her mid 20's or late 20's.

So since this experience we have gone to her house and ask for her. We WANT ANSWERS!

Why Anita? Why did u use us? Ahhhh We walked a lot that afternoon.

So we yelled out her name and finally some mad peaked out the window and said he no Anita lived there.

You see..She has to be a ghost. It just doesn't add up. I think that afternoon was odd and our conversation w/Anita was morbid.

Anita where are you? Who are you?

pic: Lincoln Heights & The Man that denied Anita lives there.