Rising: Minestrone soup (Trader Joe’s) and small mason jar of filtered water. Morning: To Blue Bottle, a Dandy espresso shot with a small glass of sparkling water. To Stories for a Juice (04?) -- carrot, turmeric, orange juice, etc. -- it was so thick, like ketchup, that I could hold the bottle, uncapped, upside down, and nothing came out, finally knocked the side, like ketchup, and squirted the goopy liquid into a pint glass, drank it swiftly. Lunch: Meet Dani Druz at Hugo’s in WeHo. Order a Chipotle Scramble (Eggs scrambled with diced grilled chicken breast [I subbed tofu], peppers, onions, scallions, mozzarella cheese, cheddar cheese and slightly spicy honey-chipotle sauce over corn tortillas, topped with sour cream) with fruit on the side (strawberries, melon, pineapple ?), with water on the side. Later: Head to Hollywood Reservoir Park, have a cup of water, then a small cup of champagne, take the longest piss ever behind the bushes, praying no one sees--children are near, this could kill my career in an innocently humorous way. Afterwards: take Metro to Hollywood, grab a Juice at another juice place, order the 01 -- romaine, kale, spinach, parsley, cucumber, celery -- this is 2015, this is “green juice” -- also have a sample of their iced fruit (?) -- I think it had blended dates and possibly chocolate? From there head to Bourgeoise Pig, order an Americano and side of sparkling water, becomes two sides of sparkling water. Night: Head to a backyard comedy show, have a Tecate, then have a red stripe, smoke a bit of a spliff, then split of bit of a budlight, then have another red stripe, then two schwarma tacos (tortilla, hummus, cucumber pico de gallo, chicken schwarma, topped with green salsa (onions, garlic, jalapeno) and a sweet honey salsa (?_ so good, but hard on the stomach acid-wise, then end up at Gold Digger for a drink of the bartender’s choice (whiskey soda I think?), a puff of a cigarette, and off to the barcade, there I have a stella, then to Heather’s house for a snifter of Johnny Walker Red Label, Prosecco sparkling wine, a double tanqueray neat. Kissed a girl. What a night. I played songs, forgot songs, and cried tears of joy. I swallowed my own tears, publicly, in front of friends, acquaintances and strangers. It happens sometimes.
