Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART II: My West-Coast Escape Early in the morning I drove off to the West Rim of Grand Canyon. My fear of heights did not stop me from laying on the edge of the canyon and taking pictures vertically down the canyon. Then I saw a helicopter and realized just how GRAND the canyon really was, I freaked out and froze in fear. Some guy realized my problem and pulled me off. We walked around and I wondered why there were no barriers, why people just don�t jump off. I wondered what was stopping me. Nothing was. Maybe my depression is not real after all? I went rock climbing with my new found friend. We went motorcross-ing around the desert. I lost my phone and badly bruised my ribs. But I felt� relieved. I woke up to the bus driver pulling over the bus and telling me that only kids older than sixteen can sit at the top front seat of the double decker. I looked at him confused and sleepily exclaimed: But I�m old! At some point in LV, I was escorted by a cop to men�s bathroom so I could see the Berlin Wall and the urinals attached to it. I lost only one dollar in gambling in LV. I wake up in LAX. I walk through LA. It was sad and I hated it. There was nothing to do there and out of boredom I considered getting a tattoo just because I saw more tattoo places than there are Starbucks in Seattle. I walked to the Hollywood sign, Walk of Fame, and the Chinese theater. The standards of annoying tourism. Day later, I wake up in San Diego. A person I�ve never seen, but have met his OC friends year ago in Madrid, picked me up. I soon learned that unless I want to spend hours looking through photo albums and listening to stories of Christmas dinners, I should not assume that if a kid has tons of pictures with David Lynch, and his signed movie posters, and his sketches, is obsessed with David Lynch and not his nephew. The last time I make THAT mistake. We soon realized that we did not care for each other�s friendship. I did not exhibit the same will for hanging out with wannabe actors and other rich freeloaders like he did. I did not exhibit the same love for using a taxi to go across a street like he did. So he handed me the keys and let me be. And I let myself be. I saw the zoo. I met some people. I dined very well. I ate a midnight snack underneath landing planes until a cop stopped and told me to leave since it�s not a safe thing to do� And I was better. 1:41 a.m. - November 14, 2010 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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