"I'm one flop, a tin cup, and a monkey away from organ-grinding on a street-corner in Santa Monica."

My air-freshener, the best.

Some stuff at La Luz de Jesus Gallery.

We decide to head to Santa Monica from Silverlake because we had nothing better to do, this was at around 10-11pm. We got hungry and we were in West Hollywood at the moment, I assumed that a Trader Joe's in WeHo would be open late for the bar-hoppers but it wasn't so I had to buckle to the demands of Katie and Monty for Yogurtland. I told them yogurt wasn't dinner and we'll be hungry again in a couple of hours, but they did not listen.

Thinking about Magneto at this moment.

We were looking for the bathroom in the new mall, and we found this.

Good thing we found the bathroom before.

Lite-Bright.

Some signs you can't take seriously.

This is the second time in the second place I've seen this noodle.

I have no idea what its for.

Me.

At the end of the pier at around 12:30-1:00am.

There is a strange phenomena we noticed.

People, including us, staring out at the pure black endless void of night.

We can't see anything, it feels like the end of the universe yet everyone just stares out into it as if something was about to happen.

Reminded us of the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

I thought it was interesting.

Except the end never came.

S&M Guards.

Late-night Santa Monica is a strange place. We ended up having to eat Taco Bell at 4am.