White Boy/White Dog Move To Skid Row

Certified Beach Dude Moves To Downtown Los Angeles

I really don’t know what’s wrong with me the last few days- I have been in a very bad mood, as any of you who read my posts and comments can probably sense.

When I was walking Isis tonite, some kind of big, crazy looking Hispanic tattoed-up guy got in my face- I assume he was asking for money. I was cranking my music as usual now, and generally I just ignore people, but this guy was in my way. I pulled an earphone out and heard him saying stuff in a language I did not understand- I’m not even sure it was Spanish, but I was in such a foul mood I just yelled “Shut the Fvck UP!”- I don’t even know why I said that, as it really made no sense in the context (I think I wanted to say “Speak English Motha F-er”). There was another passerby that saw this and I could tell they were looking to disappear as I seemed like the really crazy person.

The beggar or whatever he was just looked at me stunned- he could have knifed me, swung at me, tackled me, whatever (I would have understood if he got pissed…) but he was just bewildered- thank god. Then I felt really bad after I had walked a block away- I had no money or I would have gone back and given him a few bucks (I assume that is what he wanted). But I definitely was looking over my shoulder the whole time as I walked away. I really need to calm down as I am going to get in trouble.

I am going to make a promise to at least blog about nice, cool things for a week… there are way too many good things in life and living downtown, and I should not get upset about stupid things.

White Dog and I are super high-anxiety nut cases some times… but at least I realize it and hopefully can manage it.