this hellish week


is finally over. to celebrate i treated myself to a california burrito at benito's. apparently mike did the same last night. there was filming going on next door at the blue wave.


someone told me that they were filming some sort of car commercial, someone else told me that they were filming a trailer for some mock-star wars something or other starring kids.






i was getting a coke refill, and the man on the right says to me,
"you can get refills?"
"yeah," i reply.
"are you still waiting?" he asked, referring to my order. "mine's taking a long time." hey is very impatient.
"i already ate."
by the time he got his order he had already finished his horchata, so he asks for a refill.
"we don't give horchata refills." denied.
before this guy came along the kids sitting nest to me got jamaica refills for free.

i got a my coke refilled, and dropped some change in the tip cup.


"do you have anything with guac?" the woman inquires.

i ate, did some of today's crossword. i left to walk around some more--it was too nice of a day to go home.


yikes. those pants.



antique furniture on barry /santa monica






punch-drunk love?


mazatlan's favorite? perhaps. tony's favorite? absolutely.

i had a california burrito, the weekend begins now, and i actually get to sleep in tonight.

the water is back--somewhat green, but back nonetheless.

the westwood sky is a promising blue, and in closing,

i am happy.