The most wretched hive of scum and villiany. Part 2.

I find myself once again in the City of Angels. I have been here far too much this year if you ask me. My last trip, this place almost redeemed itself. I really had a great time. This trip is not so much. I hate this city and I have no desire to be here, or regret for leaving it so soon.

It is nearly 8pm. I have not eaten anything all day. Still. I am waiting on overpriced room service. I'm watching the second or third Pirates of the Caribbean. I'm not sure which. Maybe it's Part 5. How should I know? I'm sitting 21 floors above downtown LA and I'm annoyed as fuck (that's right, I said it) that everything is turning out exactly like I thought it would, but hoped it wouldn't. When the world reminds you that it actually is like it always has been and nothing has actually changed. Nothing and no one will ever change. And you just aren't cool enough, like you never have been and never will be.

Well, fuck that. I'm doing better than I ever have and I owe it all to leaving this cesspool. I just hope after this weekend I don't have to come back for a long time to come.