The tedious 13.5 hour journey over some deep blue sea was more comforting than I originally anticipated. I was bumped up to premium economy and gee wiz, the extra leg space does count for something (thank you Gordon). I was surrounded by gay flight attendants and old male passengers. The already lengthy trip had now doubled itself. Three movies later (Inbetweeners, Warrior and some lame Jason Stathem/Deniro flick) and half a dozen shitty grilled cheese sambos, I arrived in LA.
It was a bit confusing and intimidating at first, all the Mexican, Asian and Black staff at the airport were to blame. But finally I came through.
I shared a sort of cab with 3 guys from Minnesota and had lunch with them. Then I went to a gym and asked for a trial day because I was new in town. I was granted my opportunity and then proceeded to pump some iron as the whole gym watched. I was repping Vision + they had never seen someone squat before.
Afterwards I went for a walk in need of some food! I found a little grocery store where everything is labelled with CALORIES!! And the lbs system is kind of confusing, and their money system sucks. In the end the check-out chick handed me my groceries in two brown paper bags, so I pushed my trolly 7 blocks (riding on the back of course).
Then I went to prepare dinner, my shitty peanut butter and shitty jam sandwich (which was shitty delicious!).
All in all; an eventful, long but exciting day. I think I might go for a walk now and ask some guys for some weed, because I was asked today and apparently that's okay?
