and what exactly is a joke? and what exactly is a dream?

There’s something sad about having been to Twin Towers & Central Arraignment enough to know the way without having to consult Google Maps– but LA always sucks one into its weird world of law enforcement. Way back in ‘05, on the second day of my first visit after a long dry spell, I ended up doing a frantic rush to the Hollywood jail, trying to bail out someone who’d been sent elsewhere & who the cops couldn’t find in the computers, no matter the name given. Stupid times!

– cataloged as hollywood, music –


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