roadkill off Venice and Westwood, a.k.a. me today.

NOT SURE WHY MY HEART WAS THUMPING LIKE A LAB RAT'S in bed last night. Might have been post-recording adrenalin. Might have been the wine, sugar and eight garlic cloves in my pasta sauce. It might also have been the usual mild panic attack I experience most nights when I imagine a quake bringing my apartment's charming 'frosty look' ceiling down on my face. So I had to laugh when that quake shook me out of bed around 2:15am. Supposedly the older you get, the less you sleep. Perhaps last night marked my coming of age, like the day you learn Hennessy is not a high-grade liquor.

Steve Driver, the porn actor who used a machete to kill fellow 'swordsman' Tom Dong in a DVD warehouse they lived in last week (see Tards 'N Things), threw himself off a San Fernando cliff during a police standoff, as you can see in the video below. Survivor/Pimp My Ride producer Bruce Beresford-Redman is back in his L.A. mansion, despite having his passport confiscated by Mexican authorities last month after his wife, Zabumba owner Monica Beresford-Redman, turned up strangled in Cancun during their family vacation (see story). Though this is now common knowledge, Mexican law requires that the authorities there search Mexico thoroughly for him before asking America to extradite him. Oh, and for you smokers, Los Angeles is closing down three-quarters of the city's weed clinics today.

L.A.'s a weird place. Or maybe I just need more sleep. Or some Hennessy.

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