Thank God Nailah came to see me. It was quite a sacrifice for her; the rain was menacing. We adventured the poppin' spots of Hollywood, like I've always been wanting to do. The Beauty Bar, LA, was a freakin' drag, which isn't hard to imagine. Then we found The Room, which is the most awesome obscure, schnazzy, and dimly lit bar that was the most unlike San Diego bar that I've seen. The pictures show me smoking...but I only had like, 2 the whole weekend. So, I'm still good. We strolled the streets for blocks and blocks in the pouring rain, laughing, crying, and sight-seeing...and, looking for a club called Star Shoes that had eluded us the whole night! We gave up.The next day called for a big homecooked breakfast and Beverly Hills, which was short-lived because we had slept most of the day away.
I want to thank Ashley too, for her noble attempt, and let her know that I still haven't forgiven myself for being a shit. I owe her a thank you, and an apology from the bottom of my heart. I wish things went differently. I miss her.
At a time when I didn't think I could feel anymore abandoned...the efforts of all the love you shared over the years, finally shines through in good friends.
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