I woke up Friday evening to a phone call about art show in Hollywood. "what, Hollywood?". Free vodka my friend says. "Ok, i take bus if you give a ride home" "k". The place was filled with hipsters and Brittney spears art. And for second it was more better than most shit i see everywhere else. At least it was stupid stupid. Stupid "as found" in collective american society. Sometimes being chinese in art setting helps sometimes know one gives fuck. In Bergamont, i say im chinnese artist, people bow to my feet, when i say to girl at vodka party friday, im from Beijing, I think she think of 2 things 1) im not Japanese 2) do they have American apparel in China? I think this is why men like cumming on girls faces. It's just about attention. Bam, im here.
Saturday - No hangover No regrets. I head over to Telic for a screening but get there too late. A fat girl is on stage with dog and golden mic asking people to give affirmations. "WTF". I want to see movie curated by glen phillips. People look ugly in audience. So i leave, get boba, go home and masturbate to internet porn and take more nap.