I love Sundays in Los Angeles…

Where I live everyone rides their motorcycles on Sunday or their antique cars

[quote]Every one takes out their classic Porsche or Benz

¿Que?

OP likes to ride in the back of convertibles, sitting on the trunk while she greets bystanders with her best Miss America wave, her long tresses trailing behind her.

OP needs to ease up on the Percocet

Wait.

Are percocets for Sundays, R4.?

Loved the tattered, thrift shop glamour of LA., Hollywood, and especially the canyons in the 1970s. I rented a small 1 bedroom dump one block beneath the Hollywood sign for $300.00 per mo. I drove a 1963 Ford Falcon sedan with a missing side door I bought for $160.00. Never registered, no insurance, never paid for parking tickets. In one afternoon-dawn the next day, that car might take me to a sleazy/dangerous hustler bar on Selma Ave for cocktails with the then unknown Gus Van Sant and Gore Vidal + old-time Gangster, bar owner Eddie the Hat. On to the truly funky chick Chateau Marmont for drugs, talk, music, and artists. Later getting humped by some rich old john at the Beverly Hills Hotel or fucked by some leather Daddy who pulled up next to me on Melrose ave at 2 in the morning and followed me home.

We take our puppy to the dog beach in our ‘73 MG.

OP is driving around with a Mr. Microphone whistling at all the hot guys.

We are just trying to survive Sunday to Sunday.

I'm just trying to survive Sunday to Sunday.

Me too Miss OP. BH on Sunset to Will Rogers St Pk, Malibu or Santa Monica pier. People watching. A bit weed. Glorious.

R4, LOL!

Die in a greasy car fire, annoying whore.

I’m usually at Venice Beach on Sundays

I love Miss Terrill. My kinda gal! You go gurleene!!! Marmont really had the best drugs back in the day. And the fresh sheets at the BH Hotel were the best to fuck on.

I haven't lived in LA since2011. 'Once Upon A Time in Hollywood broke my heart. I showed up in Hollywood in 1971 when I was 17 so I came at the end of the era portrayed in the movie. I left Hollywood because it was slowly filling up with people like the bourgeoise twat who started this post. I decamped for a modest little house on a cliff above the oily sea of Port San Pedro ca. Kinda ugly and melancholy but I dig the rust and decay. I also dig the hairy, Portuguese dock worker who gets drunk, fucks me and leaves after I give him couple hundred bucks.

Have you ever read Eve Babitz OP?

[quote]But it’s so pure. It’s so fun.

If you say so.

Not only knew Eve Babitz but hung out with her in some of Hollywood's more outre bars like the Spotlight hustler bar on Selma Ave. I remember another time Eve, Lance Loud, and I went to an after-hours Leather/SM bar in Silver Lake And watched her stonefaced smoking a cigarette observing some old guy getting fist fucked in a sling. + I'm kinda new to this site. Why is everyone annon. I can understand not using ones first and the last name but . . . Terrill is my real first name.

I think not. Hollywood is devoid of culture. I rather remain among the literary intelligentsia in the most culturally relevant city in the world, New York City.