Anyway, I meet RoRo in this place in OC known as the "anti-mall". Named so
because it's down the street from South Coast Plaza, which is probably the
worlds most pretentious place. We adjourned to the back of the AM to a
Cuban restaurant where I ordered RoRo a Cuban Tamale pie and myself some
Espananadas. The drink's were of marginal quality and show time was about
to start. So we blew off the early show, hoped in the newely teflon coated
Cobra and headed to my secret hide out, the bar of bars to have a few
drinks. Lucky for us it was an off night, because Rohit on having an "On"
night, and I was was to kicked back to control the boy. It seems Brisbane
was somewhat of a cultural overload on the boy and his meters were in the
red. My friendly bartender brought everything back to 0 db or as close as
Rohit comes to 0 db and then we hoped back into the Cobra, phat beats
coming out of the Mach 460, to make the 10:30 show at the Irvine Spectrum.
The movie was "Suicide Kings." It was excellent. A 9.442 out of a possible
10 on the CobraBoy scale of movies.
RoRo was then returned to the trusty Pontiac to prepare for Saturday.
Go sell crazy somewhere else, we're full up here. ...Nicholson
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