I can tell my neighbors are norteños by the music they’re playing but the point of this is that I shouldn’t be hearing their music this damn late on a sunday
I was 18 and went to my first hotel party at The Standard for my sister’s birthday. I met a director and an indie film actor who was friends with my sister. Random people were snorting coke. This one guy kept telling me about his clothing line but the way he described it, it sounded like some Obey Odd Future lookin ass clothes. The hotel gave us a warning so everyone left the room and went to a bar across the street but I was underage. I wandered the streets a bit but luckily my friend had just left a club nearby so I met up with him and his boyfriend and ate at carneys. They walked me back to the hotel and my sisters friend was outside and saw them. She was drunk as hell and thought they were trying to sell me drugs and she was so ready to fight them. I went back to the room and some washed up actress girl who was clearly struggling in the industry kept being rude to me. But yeah anyways Im not transferring to UCLA anymore.
SAINT PEPSI - Cherry Pepsi