Up all night writing an 8 page paper for my writing class about gangs of Los Angeles. It’s amazing what a few cups of sub-par coffee can do to you at 5:00 a.m. It’s also amazing that I just finished the last paper of my freshman year in college.
All I could think about while writing the damn thing was picturing myself as the most bad-ass gang king pin ever. I could just have my gang members “take care” of my writing teacher and all my problems would be solved, then I would say something cool at the crime scene and hop back in my Royce and enjoy being bad. Unfortunately I don’t think I’m the type.
Nice to see a little of the Irvine sunrise – as nice as it sets. Last few days of Mesa Court.