You visit one of your oldest friends, who's lived in L.A for the past couple of years, chill at his apartment in Korea Town, get your sip on with a couple of malt beers, watch the first leg of the Champions League quarter final between Liverpool and Chelsea, and then get him to show you round his ends.
Here's Oliver:
Here's the view from his living room window:
We walked a couple of blocks to Wilshire Boulevard and waited at the bus stop. Anyone who tells you that the only way to get around Los Angeles is by car is a fucking liar. They have public transport. And it's pretty good. How do you think the impoverished get to work? For 5 bucks you can get a tap card, which is basically a cross between a one day travel card and an oyster card. It lets you take as many bus journeys as you want for a day - you just have to 'tap' the card reader when you get on board. And when the other passengers aren't talking to themselves they talk to you, which is infinitely better than listening to the geezer off of Sat Nav.
We rode the bus up Wilshire. I love Wilshire. Everywhere you look you see a skate spot that you recognise from a video; '20 Shot Sequence' seemed particularly well represented in my memory. We 'alighted' at the corner of Wilshire and Fairfax, right where Biggie got shot, 50 yards from the Petersen Automotive Museum, and of course poured out 40s for our dead homie.
The rest of the day passed in a cloud of fragmentary fun; we walked past CBS studios, where they still film 'The Price Is Right', hit Supreme, stopped for half a Coors at the secret bar in Canter's Jewish deli, drifted round a 'farmer's market' that felt more like a theme park, drank Stellz in a gastro pub on Melrose Avenue and generally shot the breeze.
Amongst many other things, I learnt that pharmaceutical weed is legal in the state of California; most obliging doctors will give you a certificate for even the most tenuous, unrelated ailment:
"Hi doc, thanks for seeing me. I'm getting these real bad headaches and I'm having trouble sleeping".
"Well sonny, don't worry. It's nothing that a little marijuana won't clear up. I'll write you a script".
"Gee thanks doc. I dunno what I'd do without you".
"That's OK sonny. Now run along home and smoke up some of that icky sticky".
"You betcha".
Once you get your diploma, you can roll to one of the many Medical Marijuana Dispensaries and pick up your Kush weed; you even get a free gram on your first visit. It normally comes in a green plastic vial that carries the following advice on a sticker - WARNING: MAY CAUSE DROWSINESS.
Mega.
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