So, it’s been a weird night. My adventures took me from La Canada back down to Hollywood, and for some reason the phrase “Good Luck” kept being uttered. Why? I don’t feel like either I or the people around me were doing anything particularly risky, but a wish for kizmet echoed throughout the night.
In fact we ended up at the Good Luck bar in Los Feliz.
I helped some gentlemen in business suits change a blown tire, then inflated their sad deflated donut, and it seemed an appropriate final farewell to them…
Brave Newbie Writers
- No Weekend Left Behind An adventure group dedicated to ensuring that when the work week is done, the weekend lives up to it’s potential.
- The Eskhaton The life and times of Cub, an adventurer I respect blossoming with energy who sucks the marrow out of life.
- This Tumblr Will Change Your Life Part instruction manual, part therapy, part religious cult, part sheer anarchy, this is a day-to-day quest very similar to “This Book Will Change Your Life”