This guy works as a children’s party performer (been there, done that). He’s always loading the car with cool shit – hula hoops, paint guns, big rubber balls. And sometimes he’s in a costume. I’ve seen him in a karate uniform and as a Power Ranger.
I guess this was his day off:
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I met Alexander at the Starfucks, of course. He’s such a great guy. I see him there all the time, and he’s one of those people who just make you smile. He’s a chef, and one day he let me tape some of his stories and take pictures. I love hearing him talk about cooking…cooking [...]
Internal monologue: Look at me, I’m a hot tatooed guy on a motorcycle outside Starbucks. And I read.
He told me he was “studying for the Bar Exam.”
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See this guy in the alley behind the Starbucks all the time. And he let me interview him, but turned it around really quick. He interviewed ME instead. Well, it was bound to happen, and I probably deserved it. And, to top it off, he got half a pack of cigarettes from me.
Me: Can I [...]
Venice Beach is where 1969 never died. If fact, a lot of people came there in 1969 and never left.
Venice Beach smells like pot and the ocean. It is a circus that never ends. People don’t judge. They dance for no reason, laugh for no reason, and will say whatever is on their mind (whether [...]
