While waiting in line, in the heat, to see, "Jason vs. Freddy" a girl standing in front of me started vomiting all over the place. The crowd dispersed and knocked over the ropes. Two or three other people began to vomit as well. Some sort of chain reaction began, I too began to gag. I looked down and on the tip of my boot was a tomato slice.

I didn't get to see, "Jason vs. Freddy".

I headed back to a place I spent some time at last night, "Hollywood Thai" in Hollywood of course.

Last night a friend from Disney got me drunk... He was buying so why not.

I should say, I dont drink, so I reached drunkness very quickly and later went home with a beautiful Thai waitress who displayed to me her talents in art and old Thai folk tales.

I thought my apartment was small... Her place was a closet with candles. Her bed an air mattress with a slow leak. I noticed tire repair kits sitting next to the bed. I thought she might have a bike, but was told it was for the air mattress.

She pulled out a bag of something like pork rinds, but it must have been Thai Pork Rinds, cause it was spicy.

She had an amazing collection of bootleg DVD's and VCD's and to top the night Marilyn Manson Karaoke Discs. I never would have imagined there were any Marilyn Manson Karaoke Discs, but she did the coolest candlelight, t-shirt, flip-flops, and thong version of "Beautiful People" I've ever seen. Then there was gunfire outside of her building. It was 4:45AM and I had a bad feeling about it all.

We watched the Police pull up from her 10th floor window. I could see my lil' car sitting close blocked in by the ambulance. My car looked lonely and scared. I suddenly felt like it could easily be a Honda version of Herbie the Love Bug, but one that really needed some repair and a major wash.

I wasn't feeling well. She wanted me to stay. But I couldn't stop thinking about my x-wife. I can't seem to get rewired.

She said she understood. She said she thought it was sweet that I wouldn't just try to jump her after just meeting her. She said I should try and think of only myself from now on, and I should just relax.

Then she started to rub my shoulders and neck. She pulled me down on the rug and rolled me over onto my stomach. Kicked off her flip flops which I see were Hello Kitty brand. She stepped up on my back and I could tell she couldn't have been more than 90 pounds. My spine crackled into place with her every step.

She was telling me something about a monkey that used to come to her window every night when she was a little girl and watch her while she slept. Then one night she woke up and the monkey was sitting on her chest staring at her. She screamed and her father chased the monkey off and ran outside and shot it. She cried and cried because she thought the monkey was her friend or a sister... She thought the monkey spirit was slipping into her body at night to see what it was like being a human.

Then she jumped off me and started making monkey sounds. She was hilarious. We laughed alot. But I was still sad.

So I told her I had to leave.

I drove back home.

Alone in my car.

I saw a falling star shooting over the Cahuenga Pass.