LA Chronicles 8.5

The day started in the red and I should have known it was going to be a bad day from that point. How does a day start in the red? Well you remember those parking space readers I mentioned in the 4.5 version of these Chronicles, they actually read a negative amount of parking spaces on level 2 Thursday morning. How is it possible to have -20 parking spaces? Is this system smart enough to read illegal parkers? Does the system have a sense of humor? Are 20 people going to be late to work looking for a parking spot because they didn’t believe the digital screens?

As usual, I digress…that should have told me the type of day I was going to have ahead of me. For the most part, the work day was good and I even got out of the office early in an attempt to miss traffic only to catch my daily fair traffic share at 3pm as 6-8pm. Did everyone else want to punish me for leaving work early so they decided to meet me on the 10? It is like a game of anti-Tag and I’m always it…or better yet we playing freeze tag on the interstate…

I’ll cut right to the worst part of the day. I decided to drive which isn’t a feat nor do I deserve a Scooby prize. I just normally ride since I’m the new guy that doesn’t know where he is going and I don’t have the most Hollywood ready automobile. A trick that everyone has caught onto and doesn’t quite work the same so I have to pick my spots. BUT I offered to drive to balance out the universe and I was positioning so MC could drive Friday night. Mistake #1. So we hit a happy hour off of Melrose and La Brea…not an important fact to the story but it gives those of you with visual minds a mental picture of the location. (Does anyone have another type of mind? Oral? Written? ) It is actually not that far from the new crib but I’ll get to that in time…As we leave the spot, I get the whip from valet, we climb in ready to re-enact the Usher “You don’t have to call video,” when out of nowhere I get hit by a white Tahoe and I’m not talking about the Lake. It caught me off guard because we were not moving and I was in my own lane. The Tahoe bounces off and busts a quick U-turn as we assume he is getting out of traffic but NO he is actually speeding off and I’ve become the victim of my first hit and run. Welcome to Los Angeles MATT! I pull around the corner to get out the street (Why am I giving more details here than I did in the insurance claim call??) and get out to assess the damage. My front driver’s side fender is dented in fairly well but everything else looks ok. Long story medium, my night was pretty much ruined…Let me know if you see a dented White Tahoe in those streets…They gone make me get Dough Boy on them out here…

BUT I won’t let this incident rain on my LA life parade…It is only a car and that is why I have insurance. Today got off to a better start as my trip in took just under an hour for the first time ever so I’m expecting big things tonight as we are on the “List” again…

AND I learned that my stuff is on the way and should be here early next week, so this time next week I’ll be in the new crib and ready for regular visitors so holla at ya boy…Also – I’ll have to find something to do with that extra 2.5 hours I have each day not spending in traffic…I was thinking about adopting...a bad habit…Any suggestions??

I’m giving out paint chips as my fender seems to have extra ones falling off this afternoon:
SB – Happy last birthday before 30!
LJ – Thanks for making me feel better after the whole situation went down.
UM – Thanks for the drinks and congrats on the promo.
JH – See you in Nov. when you come through Hollywood
JZ – Welcome back and looking forward to hearing the rest of the album.
PD – Stop making albums, PLEASE.
TB – Thanks for the connects on everything!

M aka “Get Hit and Stay”