Work, drugs!

It was a low wattage guitar practice.  Change of plans.  Michael has enough gas now to drive to my house, so I didn't have to drive to Burbank where I would've visited the Hot Topic there to check out this white girl employee of theirs who I've thought about while alone, busting a #3.  But someday, I will renew that database.

I can't take the freeway to the Poo Bah Record Shop because it's actually wrong on Mapquest.  Colorado Blvd. goes on forever, running through Glendale, Eagle Rock and Pasadena.  But I'll have to give Michael his Electric Daisy Carnival ticket maybe tomorrow.  Mom called me.

I saw mom's hairdresser, who to me is tita Dory, for the first time since I was a mid-teen.  She had cut my hair for most of my life, beginning when I was 1 year old, before my current rockstar image.  She fixed my hair, though I was hesitant.

Tita Dory:  When you were a kid, you didn't trust anyone with your hair but me!  And now you don't trust me?  How dare you!

Anyway, I look a lot sexier.  Too bad I broke my diet for EDC by eating a Tommy's chili cheese burger, chili cheese fries and a large lemonade while waiting.  Speaking of which, this clip from a show starring Danny McBride (of The Foot Fist Way fame) is my inspiration for EDC: