Strange guys house, room and bed. "you look tired"."You can crash in my room for a while". Ah, excellent idea. I have been driving around LA all day...sounds good. I climb in to the inviting comfortable looking bed. I sleep for about 20 minutes. Hmmm, What's this? It's hard and cold. It's under my pillow. HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
I don't move for a good 5 minutes, staring with one hand covering my mouth. I delicately move it to the desk...I decide I can not go back to sleep while staring at it. I open a drawer to hide it neatly away. Inside the drawer is a mound of $20 bills. Interesting. I decided to call Garth because I was alone in Culver City in a house, in the ghetto, with a man I know nothing of. PANIC
Later that evening he made me potato tacos with homemade salsa. He made me up a bed in the living room. Before I called it an evening I hinted that I found his special friend and moved it to a drawer. He nodded and that was it. Karina got in around three am and we were suppose to leave at 4 am to get to la in time for our makeup gig...We ended up sleeping through it. It wasn't a paid job but I would have liked to make dead people.We did end up going to our first job on Wednesday after driving around for an hour looking for the place. I don't think I want to go back there anytime soon.
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