Today I woke up bright and dearly and picked up a 17' box truck. Turns out it was in the ghetto of Los Angeles. I was the only white guy for miiiiilllllllleeeesssssss!!!! It looked a lot like Grand Theft Auto San Andreas. With the single story houses lumped next to each other with bars over the windows and the such. Well I just sauntered through in my bright red shirt, I may as well have yelled out "Bloods for Life". It was fun, really.
Then I went to Dapper Cadaver, a prop shop that specializes in gore and the macabre, and met a Morrissey wannabe. This guy had the hair he had the vampire teeth and he had the super long fingernails. He was a complete and utter tool. I picked up an autopsy table, light box with xrays, pistol syringes and various medical instruments.
Picked up three sexy nurse costumes and brought all of it to the LA Convention Center. Got to work with teamsters and Union workers. Laziest fucks ever.
Driving a 17' truck in Los Angeles is fun. I almost hit at least 40 cars. My sideview mirrors were all jacked up on top of it. One of them was missing the part that allows you to see super close to your truck so i had a large blind spot on my driver side and an even larger blind spot on the passenger side, as that mirror wasn't tightened enough and would fly out of place do to the force of wind.
Then I watched Barton Fink.
HOLLA AT YA BOY!
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