Usually when your friend has travelled half way across the world to come and visit you, you'd meet them at the airport to welcome them. My life once again refuses to conform to the norm, which explains why I sat for almost an hour after being dropped off waiting for Deville to get back to his apartment.
I could use this as an opportunity to make my friend feel bad for leaving a poor, defenseless, African boy sitting all alone on the side of the street in the middle of the night... but I doubt anyone would buy that bunch off bullshit.
Deville was at a birthday party and I did fly into L.A a day early...and I would of expected nothing else from my friends... cant leave a Hollywood party just cause your idiot friend is here. I actually didn't mind since I just used someone's unsecured wifi and watched movies on my iPad.
Never one to disappoint Deville...who from now on will be called D in this travel blog because Im not typing out his name each damn time... arrived in true movie star fashion in a black convertible mustang!
The adventures of the Silent Rockstar and the Moviestar begins... I really wish i could sing...