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They were holding him back. He was saying, “Just let me go please! Let me go! All I want is my gun.” They were all dressed for Christmas. Nice and warm inside the Mansion. The black guy was on ends, tripping so hard it was frightening to visualize. All he wanted was to have a white wife—blue eyed, blond white girl— and he chose to suggest to go home to her family. But now, the Dad was all over it and they had to call the police because there was only two. Just enough to hold

him back, but the liquor was kicking in.

All that protein—monstrous— they had to call ‘em the police ‘fore all heck broke loose. Then, as if on cue, I wake up in Hollywood feeling all weirded out in Last Ditch Effort Part 2. Nice to meet you.

I’m already late for work, and I have to get back down to the parking lot, but first a dream sequence. As always, it must be dealt with. Should I write it down? Ahh shucks, I ain’t got no paper. A half decent pen, though. I’m looking frantically for a receipt or some- thing but as prescribed I have to take a mental note that will be held for years!

This is Hollywood. How else did you think this thing is done? So look through my mind’s eye. As far as the white guys—that’s who I mainly hung out with/slept on their couch!

Went down to Santa Monica Promenade, where it is an enclosed shopping area, but still stayed outside and listened to live street performers and checked out the girls from Santa Monica College. Then the beach is right there with plenty of bikini clad women.