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Lights! Cameras! Death! There's something alluring about death and mayhem in a place so artificially feel-good as Hollywood. After all, this is a place where dreams come true, money flows like water, and fame can find you sitting at the ice-cream counter.
Hollywood is also the place where dreams die in agony, horrible murders are committed against the famous (and by the famous) and where the people who inspire "some" come to lose their minds- and their lives. I haven't lost my mind yet, but I feel a brilliant glossy sheen pocesses me every once in a while, a terrifying picture of a blasted landscape, pulverized pinging lights appear and disappear bringing some semblance of structural stability to the detonating dissonance that blasts forth all around, until the piece implode, collapse, and then segue into the calmer stutter of 'where for art' and its sound field of alien clicks and distant moans.
That was before LUNCH:

My girlfriend and I met up with my good pal wisp and his girl today at Kiriko. I like to think of myself quite the sushi expert so I sometimes tend to recommend stuff for people saying "unagi sunomono is prefrable to salamari soba salad unless you don't mind soy mustard dressing". My friend wisp always does the opposite of what I say which naturally tends to spark some argument.
I settled on some clam miso soup for starters while occasionally dipping into my girlfriends smoked salmon and mango. wisp's girl excluded this part of lunch and decided she'd wait for the main course where she ordered the white fish carpacchio as I had recommended. This is comprised of thin sliced white fish topped off with Julienne vegetables. Wisp settled for the yummy yakitoro no nigiri which is seared toro sushi blended with the Chef's special sauce. My girlfriend and I went for a combination plate which offered assorted sushi rolls, maki, nigiri etc as well as the Honey balsamic teriyaki chiken, which is grilled chicken with Honey balsamic teriyaki sauce served with mashed sweet potato .
After lunch we began to insult everyone involved in the making of Mission: Impossible 3, bad commericals and ugly children before everyone began to laugh at me for not finishing a 120 page script due first thing Monday morning.
Argh- who cares. LUNCH was spectacular and I got a new copy of Liquid Swords today by the GZA. So..how'd you break bread today friend?





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