aaaah, the life of an artist. this past saturday, phloe invited me to this art gig - a party in a dope house up in the hollywood hills where we sketched nude models and the party-goers get to watch. it is not an Eyes-Wide-Shut situation; it actually felt like a life drawing class. i think i was more scared of the party-goers. it was certainly not my scene but everybody seemed cool and was friendly.

the whole twist of the night was when made it all the way to little tokyo for yogurtland, and when she opened her purse, her wallet was missing. this lead us to high-tail our asses way back to hollywood, up the scary seemingly haunted hill, back to the house, only to find out that her friend has it and she is down the hill, about to enter the freeway.

what impeccable timing.

but anyways, back to the party. not much to say but this- sometimes one has to leave their comfort zone, push the boundaries, and widen the chance of growth.

trying to understand life... and find humor in it.