After Teenage Fanclub provided the bulk of the evening's entertainment, Hollywood Blvd did the rest. Even now, I like to get up to LA once or twice a month to see the hookers, homeless, lost tourists, and transvestites. Plus, I noted Stan Laurel's star on the walk of fame, which is kinda cool. Think it's next to Lee Majors. So apparently Hollywood's standards have fallen somewhat. I threw a dollar in the hat of a street freestyle rapper who had a hat the size of Rhode Island. I saw a breaker chick spin on her head for about five minutes. "Look ma, no hands!" I gave her five bucks. She's gonna need the money for a chiropracter, I figure.

Sights and Sounds of Nightclubbing!