When you mine for gold in Dealville, sometimes you get lucky. Sure, skill plays a large part, but sometimes you just find gold even when you're not looking for it. And that's California Gold right there, surrounding you like an ocean breeze, wandering runaway or discarded can of spray paint.
This evening, DZA and I will attend a television show taping in Hollywood. The content of this show is not something that deserves elaboration. But one of the guests does: Tenacious D. Yes, the most rocking band in history will take the stage. We will watch them play many songs. We will rock out to the songs while girls will get pregnant just by listening to them rock.
Of course, that's what I think will happen. I am not aware of the actuality of my evening. I was once told a story from someone who's name is of no consequence. He was a teen at the time, and was joining a friend at a twi-night doubleheader at Met Stadium in August of 1979. A's vs. Twins. Unbeknownst to him, his friend convinced his dad to drop him off at the stadium instead of staying with them. The pair made some fast friends amongst the empty seats, and next thing you know, they are in someone's van, driving to the new Eden Prairie mall to see a midnight showing of "The Song Remains the Same." So, in a haze, you can't fault the guy for calling his father at 3AM from a gas station asking for a ride because; let's face it, would YOU want to walk 10 miles down a highway to get home? Shit, you'd be lucky if you even knew your name.
Point being: if, later on, I'm at an all-night Chinese restaurant singing songs from the Pretenders, sitting on a sidewalk eating terrible pizza, or trying to pick up a radio station from Mexico, know that I have no idea what the fuck is going on. But it's all gold.
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