Well... I've finally arrived. My new life has begun... anew... err... shit...

Let's start over.

I'm in L.A. After two and a half days of driving, I've made it. It was an interesting journal. Using the voice memo feature on my cell phone... I took some notes down of my trip. I'd like to present them to you:

Day 1: Indiana, Illinois, Missouri, Oaklahoma Pt. 1

Travelled many, many miles. Almost 800. Didn't see shit. Drank too much water and Gatorade. Couldn't stop. Had a schedule to keep. Pissed in Gatorade bottle. Wish I hadn't put it back into the cooler. May need to get stomach pumped.

Day 2: Oaklahoma Pt. 2, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, Nevada

Still driving. Really haven't seen much of anything. A few mountain ranges. Lot's of open spaces. Although, I have to admit. The more miles I put between myself and Indiana, the better I feel. I just wish this trip had been a little more interesting and- WOAH! A COYOTE!

Day 3: California Baby!

Drove through Las Vegas last night. Pretty gaudy, but beautiful from afar. You could almost smell the legalized prostitution. Stopped at a rest stop at 3am. Woke up five hours later and continued my drive. Made it to L.A. Had to piss really bad. Had no Gatorade bottles. Very embarassed. Must remember to burn those pants.

And so I am now a resident of California. Today I got lost on purpose, just to help me get a better feel for the surrounding areas. After ending up in an area of town where if you stop at a stoplight for too long your car will be spraypainted, I made a mad dash trying to find my way back to the Interstate.

Getting on the interstate, I noticed that I was heading North. I didn't want to be heading North, I wanted to be heading South. I immediately go off of the interstate and began driving around looking for the South-bound ramp. After a short period of time (Two hours) I finally came up with another idea. I head back towards where the North-bound ramp was, drove under the Freeway, saw the sign for the South-bound ramp, made a sharp right, took out two cars and an old Latino woman, and I was safely on my way.

Yes, I've only been here a day, but have already adapted to big city life.

Tonight, my friends are going to take me out and initiate me. Only then will I be a true Los Angelesian.

I'm going to get shitfaced, drive to West Hollywood, and wrastle me a male prostitute.