ALL bummed on the interviewer

THIS IS WHAT I GOT! let me also say that after driving 5 HOURS from san diego to get to LA (its NOT supposed to be like that) we got there in a nick of time like that johnny depp movie where i think christopher walken drops a 7 year old off a building if he doesnt get there in five minutes. shit was maney. so the way it went was there was an exhibit for him at LACMA (as jj sed, dont build it up in your head), and a TALK(!) starting at 4, so we assumed that we could head up around ten, get there at 12 and have four hours to wait for the best seats cuz obviously all of los angeles wants to see this tiny japanese man translated through a puffy filipino-ish guy. 

but we were oh so so wrong. like i says, after getting into five traffics we get there AT 3:54 and theyve already started letting people in, after a mad dash from the truck and grabbing gaurds and staff by the shoulders demanding WHERE IS THE ABRAHMSON BUILDING, we find it ourselves, race down the stairs and the motherfucker is PACKED. some dumb B decided to have the talk in a gift shop, which is sardined, and an audience is spilling out and around.. but he isnt there yet! and i see jj! hes two from the front with his girlfriend and kevin and FOR NO REASON theres one tiny sling-fold cot chair thats open in front of him (all the chairs are like tiny stools and come a foot and a half off the ground at most) so i slice through everyone launch myself over a flock of women that are guarding the seat, start hugging my friends, and the sweating begins. shit was hotter than lil wayne claims to be. then i grabbed israel, whos 6 something and two hundred something, to the one tiny seat that we can share, i tried sitting on him, but that was too sad for the people in back of us so i slunk down to the ground, and wouldnt ya know it, it was perfect! my legs fit under the stools in front of me if i lay kinda sideways and the gap between the japanese couple in front of me lined up perfectly with daidos seat.

when he finally came in, he had the BEST shirt on.. like blue and white stripes with a ghetto screen print on it. the interviewer was a jerk off doing that thing where they help people answer and try to show off how much they know.. 5 questions out of 15 where about warhol, the first 4 were asking about erotic shit that wasnt erotic (what do you find about alleys to be erotic, what about black and white is more erotic to you than color) but he still kicked ass saying i just like “sketchy” places. and being cute.

then i learned how to play threes ate a super good korean burrito and drove home. 

best day!

we saw daido moriyama two yesterdays in LA! the interviewer sucked but israel got wise and got this signed. we found a pack of tickets on the ground, just enough for me, jason, jenny, kev, israel, and the two poor kids that found us in line getting 8 1/2 x 11 pieces of paper that said “MORIYAMA” signed, all in.