on Sunset
from my 1990 Blake Babies tour diary
A short, pudgy, partly toothless Mexican man in LA mistook me for a prostitute. I was standing outside a guitar shop on Sunset while John and Freda tried out guitars inside. The man walked by, looking at me as he passed slowly. Then he turned around and approached me.
“Do you know Jennifer?” he said.
“No,” I replied.
“She walks around here sometimes.”
“No, I don’t know her.”
“Do you want to go for a ride?”
“No.”
Then he walked away.
Oddly enough, I think I know Jennifer. 😂
After a Beastie Boys concert (Check Your Head tour; absolutely amazing!) at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago, I was standing at the corner of Broadway and Lawrence trying to hail a cab. I was wearing a white tee shirt that had blood all over the front bc I got elbowed in the face in the mosh pit during L7's opening set......anyways, I was standing on the corner and a car pulls up, the driver rolled down the passenger window and yelled at me "How much?!". I replied "Huh?" and then realized what he was asking so I flipped him off.