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Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.
Posted By: DarkBlades <spridal2andy@yahoo.com>Date: 5/16/06 5:26 p.m.

In Response To: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though. (vector40)

Shit dude, that really sucks, Im sorry you had a bad time, just learn from this, :o). Maybe bring some more money, and make some friends at E3 so you have a group that is willing to help you.

:op

: This is the story of the lousiest weekend ever to hit me or Los Angeles, and
: how one or two serious but ordinarily rectifiable mistakes turned into a
: three-day episodic charade of tragedy.

: Mostly it's lousy because I missed you dudes at the LAN :-(

: Everything here is completely, factually true.

: Some backstory: for any who don't know, I had the intention this weekend of
: heading down to LA for dean's LAN. Also, the Psyjnir guys offered to sneak
: me into the last day of E3, so my plan was this: I'd take a Greyhound up
: to Berkeley Thursday night, crash there, grab the car and drive down to LA
: early Friday, hit E3, go to the LAN, crash at my sister's in LA, then
: drive home Saturday and reverse the process.

: Sounds easy. I've made this drive a number of times and it's always gone
: well. What could go awry? Wouldn't even cost more than $100 or so, pretty
: much just gas money.

: There are three stages to this story. There are the pre-fuckups, the Main
: Fuckup, and the post-fuckups.

: DAY ONE

: We begin well. I bus up, relax at home, get up early and hit the road, all
: nice and smooth.

: About 10:30, I call the Psyjnir guys and confirm their plans; they're going
: to be at E3 all day, so I don't need to hurry. I thus decide to stop and
: get some food, since all I'd had to eat was a couple of pieces of pizza
: for breakfast. Quizno's? Yes, please.

: I stop, get a sub. A beef dip. Now, if you're not versed with Quizno's (for
: shame!), this is a tasty roast beef sandwich that comes with a little cup
: full of pan-roasted au jus for dipping. I'm not sure why it didn't occur
: to me that a meal requiring the dipping of things into other things was
: not the ideal road food, but it didn't, not until I was in my car. But I
: thought, perhaps if I just found a place to rest the cup, no problem.

: For some reason the right solution to this seemed to be the smooth vinyl top
: of my armrest. Now, please understand that I didn't miss the implications
: of this. In fact, the words "smooth vinyl top" was actually in
: my head at the time. I didn't stick it there assuming it'd be fine; I
: stuck it there thinking constantly, "This is a terrible idea. This is
: going to spill all over me. I'm going to have this moment of irony because
: I knew it would happen. This is a terrible idea." Off I drive,
: slowly, make a turn onto the onramp, and the entire cup slides into my
: lap.

: Thick, slick, greasy beef juice is on my pants, my car seat, the passenger
: seat, maps, various surfaces, and a little still in the cup. I brake in
: the middle of the onramp, trying to figure out what to do, but I cannot
: back up and there is no room around me; I have to keep going. I pull off
: at the next exit, find a gas station, and steal a ream of paper towels.
: After a lengthy beef purging the smell is mostly gone and my pants look
: okay, if a little wet. Off I go.

: Fast forward, nearly in LA. I'm lighting a cigarette and feeling pretty good.
: Moving to pull the lit stick from my mouth, I discover that my lips have
: fused to the filter; rather than removing the cigarette, my index and
: middle finger merely slide down the shaft, getting burned at the tip and
: dislodging a lit ash, which lands on my shirt. I have three or four
: seconds of quiet, staring, "... what do I do about this." before
: I suck it up, grab the hunk, and flick it out the window, burning my
: fingers again. There was -- is -- a hole in my shirt now. I liked that
: shirt.

: I get to LA about 12:30 and leave the freeway, which exits right at the
: convention center. I'd found a couple of suggestions online for parking,
: so I trundle down Washington looking for somewhere to stick my car that
: won't cost an arm and a leg. Some meandering later, I park in a lot, $7
: flat rate for the day, mostly empty. There's a tiny gas station nearby,
: which I stop in to use the bathroom (positively the most ghetto bathroom
: I've encountered). Take note of this; it will be important later.

: I start walking to the center. Now, when I entered the city I was right
: there, so I basically knew the direction, but... well, I got lost.
: Wandered hither and yon. At one point I saw a sign saying, "Coliseum
: ->" and for whatever reason thought that might be the place, but
: no, that's some damned actual coliseum in the opposite direction. That
: didn't help.

: Maybe 45 minutes later I finally located the friggin' Staples Center, and had
: another charade via cell-phone trying to locate the Psyjnir guys.
: Eventually I met up with them and others, said hi, and they got me into
: the building. I wandered. I couldn't leave that section of the expo,
: because I'd be checked for a badge again (which I didn't have) entering
: anywhere else, so I explored that particular wing, which was mostly Sony.

: At maybe 3:00, I decide to bounce and head for the LAN. The Psyjnir guys had
: indicated they might need a ride, but they'd just call, and I had
: something of a walk anyway, so I started off.

: This is where things go wrong.

: THE MAIN FUCKUP

: I couldn't find my car.

: I don't mean that I wasn't able to locate my car within the lot. I assume it
: was where I left it. I just couldn't find the lot.

: I thought I could find it. I'd... GLANCED at the street signs before I left.
: But I'd driven past a bunch of streets looking for parking, and seen a LOT
: more streets and landmarks while wandering around looking for the center,
: so the useful facts were buried somewhere in my head along with the chaff.

: I kept looking around the area. But now I wasn't even sure of the area. I was
: neck-deep in Watts, asking shopkeepers and passing Mexicans where the
: nearest parking lot was, and they were swearing there weren't any parking
: lots in miles. Cool. Great.

: I kept wandering. It was unusually hot in California this weekend, and
: especially so in LA; I was wearing jeans and leather shoes, really not
: much of a walking outfit. I was sweating, chafing, and my feet were sore;
: after a while my knees started to hurt. Where the hell was this place? I
: had plenty of time to get to the LAN, but this was stupid.

: I kept wandering and criss-crossing around. Now I was starting to doubt
: everything. I'd seen everything so many times that it all looked familiar
: and I wasn't sure what I was looking for anymore. I bought a map at a gas
: station hoping for perspective, but it was worthless, showing none of the
: relevant streets. Christ.

: I'd been walking for over two hours now. I was running out of beans, and I
: was somewhere completely beyond where even my addled memory thought I
: could've been parked (Pico and Hoover if you care). I parked my ass on a
: big metal box in frustration and resolved to call a cab.

: My thinking was twofold: one, if I was lucky, with a description the driver
: might know where the place was. Two, if not, we could just drive around
: looking, same thing as I'd been doing but with better wheels. Basically
: I'd go bankrupt. It wasn't a great idea.

: I get 411 on my cell and call a cab company. They say I'm ninth in line.
: Ninth? Yes, apparently all the cabs are tied up with E3, which ended at
: 4:00. Cool. I'll wait.

: An hour and a half later, I have completely dispaired of this taxi ever
: arriving. I've been sitting on an electrical box or something in the
: parking lot of this strip mall, bopping my folded map against my knee and
: watching weird shit occur. A woman in a minivan broke down at the
: intersection and spent over an hour waving people past her until a tow
: truck showed up and spirited her away. Lucky.

: I can't check on the cab because I didn't get the company's number, or even
: their name. I call information and get another one. They say 5-15 minutes,
: which would be swell; maybe I can find this thing while it's still light.

: 15 minutes later I call them back -- I DID get their number, this time -- and
: check. Sorry, they say, tied up with E3. 5-15 minutes.

: 20 minutes later, I call and check. Sorry. Tied up. 5-15 minutes.

: "Is it actually 5-15 minutes, or are you just saying that?"

: Turns out they had no idea. Could be anything. "My screen looks like an
: airport," the dispatcher said. Cool. Great.

: At least, I thought, I had my cell phone. This would be a disaster without
: it. Take note of this. It will be important later.

: I move into the dollar Chinese place, where it's warmer. The woman there is
: worried about me. I'd buy something, but I still think this cab is going
: to show up at any minute, and the food looks a little sketchy anyway.

: It's 8:00. Fuck this. I call my sister (who lives in LA, remember? But I
: didn't want to bug her earlier, and I was nourishing the hope that my deus
: ex machina cab driver might know exactly where to go.) and ask for a ride.
: She accedes, if I'll pay for her gas, and shows up an hour later.

: We get lost on the way home.

: This is about the point where I started to suspect a really systemic problem.
: Up until now, it could have just been a handful of silly screwups; but how
: does this happen? I believe that I made angry some minority vote of
: peevish gods, and this is their vengeance.

: Sister lives just off Wilshire in Westwood, and we drove down Wilshire for a
: half hour, as she observed with alarm, "What the hell are these
: streets? I don't even recognize these streets!" No, turns out we'd
: gotten turned around, which I realized as soon as we arrived literally
: back where I'd spent the day. Cool.

: I was exhausted, sticky, smelling, hungry, and sore. All I wanted was a
: shower. I think They knew this. We got home by 11:00 with In & Out
: burgers. I called the police non-emergency line and checked if my car was
: in impound, given that it'd been left in this lot until midnight; it
: wasn't. Did some research, showered, and slept.

: I hesitate to mention this because it is not my personal misfortunes so much
: as the misfortunes of others that have overlapped with mine, but my
: sister's shower does not have a hot water knob. It has hot water -- a
: trickle, at full blast -- but there is no knob, so you have to turn it on
: using a pair of adjustable pliers they keep by the sink. Exciting.

: DAY TWO

: I slept in. I needed it.

: Sister was working all day so she couldn't assist. First thing I did was call
: the police again and check about impounds. I was on hold, waiting, when my
: phone started beeping.

: Oh, no.

: Ah, but yes. "It's going to die before I get through, isn't it?" It
: did. Batteries gave out. Should've checked what the number was first -- I
: couldn't get it again, sister had left with her computer, no phone books
: anywhere! I was able to retrieve it from the stored numbers by heating the
: battery in my armpit and switching the phone on for five or six seconds,
: though. Sweet.

: I found a bus back into the hot area, which took an hour. My plan: the night
: before, I'd found a spot on Google Maps satellite imagery that looked a
: hell of a lot like my site. Big lot, fenced, near to another lot, long
: divider lines, etc. Not in the area that I thought, but hell, I didn't
: know where anything was. So I headed for there, hoping big.

: Wasn't it. This was at... oh, Olympic and Main.

: What was in that area was about a billion parking lots just like this,
: fenced-in little lots every block or two, and I walked for a few more
: hours looking for luck. None to be found. Very hot. Oh man.

: Checked with the police, no luck. They say they don't tow from private
: property, give me the number of the tow company they use. Check with them;
: no luck. They say they don't tow from this area, give me the number of the
: company that does. Check with them; no luck. They say that all of the
: parking companies have their own towers. (Tow... guys? Tow-ers?) Terrific.
: I didn't even know if my car was still in the lot.

: More wandering. Changed more cash for quarters. Sought refuge from the heat
: in a bank complex, which was beautifully air-conditioned and had chairs by
: a pay phone. Score.

: I was lost. No ideas and no inclination to keep up this wandering shit.
: Needed help. Who do you call?

: Well... Marc MacYoung.

: What I didn't have was his phone number; it was on my phone, but that had
: very little juice left no matter how many armpits it went into. The real
: trouble, you see, is that I only have two or three phone numbers in all
: the world memorized; the rest are stored.

: I WAS able to retrieve the number of a friend, floormate, and ex-girlfriend
: who I was pretty sure would be home at her computer. Through this, I
: executed an extended procedure that involved calling her, having her go
: online, and walking her through accessing a Gmail account I have that
: contains a stored email listing all sorts of useful information, among
: them... phone numbers. I obtain Marc's.

: Ring ring. No answer. I chill a while and get some food at a Carl's Junior
: across the street. Tasty.

: Call again and there he is. His advice: do a systematic search of every
: street in the area. Report it as stolen if it comes down to it. Get out of
: downtown Los Angeles before dark.

: All right, I'll make a start, but first, I need a decent map, so I find a gas
: station and buy one. Great! Detailed and broad, very useful. I'm sitting
: outside the station perusing this when I hear a voice -- "You looking
: for something?"

: It's a passing homeless guy. Why not. "I lost my car."

: He asks details, ponders the "unusual problem," and calls over an
: associate, who "knows all the parking lots east of the freeway."
: He turns out to be an older man with a gray beard, earnest expression, and
: a hat.

: At this point I'm 100% sure I'm in a movie. I have the helpful fellow who
: first greets me; the wise old man who knows what I need; and this third
: dude, who's kind of small and Dave Chapelle-ish and maybe high, and just
: keeps wandering over and making random noises, "Ooh!" and
: "Flower!" ("It's not Flower," the Wise Old Man says).

: Listening to my story, and especially the detail about the little gas station
: that does oil changes and whatever, I am directed to San Pedro and
: Washington or so, which is back in the area I checked the first day. They
: give me metro directions, and I gratefully head off after giving them some
: money. Hopes are high.

: As I ride the train above-ground, along Washington, I do a double-take out
: the window. Hm... little gas station with a parking lot behind it. Worth
: remembering. I'll check it later. Take note of this; it will be important
: later.

: I arrive at my destination, walk the rest of the way, and find what I was
: probably referred to. It's not it. Blah.

: Might as well start with that grid search. I start plodding out blocks, but
: frankly this whole area doesn't look right; it's way deep into the Mexican
: part of the neighborhood and too residential. And man, walking takes
: forever. A bike would be nice.

: I get out twelve blocks or so, then start heading back, finally able to catch
: the same bus that I took here. Which turns out to... have part of its
: route cut off in the evening? I got kicked off on Wilshire, and walked the
: last five or six blocks with the help of my handy map. Just annoying. At
: this point I am positive I'm just facing random tribulations.

: Think my sister's getting annoyed at my presence. Understandable. Also my
: clothes are starting to smell. I wish I had my bag almost as much as I
: wish I had my car. Haven't brushed my teeth in two days.

: Ask sis if I can borrow her bike tomorrow. She says no. I lost a car. Fair
: point.

: Sleep.

: DAY THREE

: I don't want to bug my sister, so I don't use her phone or computer. Instead
: I hop a bus and get off when I see a cellular store. I want a cell
: charger.

: It's a Cingular store, and it's closed? Oh, it's Sunday, so they open at
: 11:00. it's 10:45, so I wait. There's a small crowd waiting with me.

: 11:00. 11:10. Cingular employees keep showing up until what I assume is the
: entire staff is there, but they don't open.

: "What are we waiting for?"

: "... a key."

: The only relevant and useful employee is... out to lunch or something. They
: don't know. Cool.

: I wait until 11:30 then bail. Christ.

: Turns out, though, this is... cell phone row. (I was basically in Beverly
: Hills, so I suppose it makes sense.) Next block is a Sprint store --
: closed for the weekend, some kind of event -- then T-Mobile, MetroPCS,
: etc. Literally at least five cell stores within two or three blocks. All
: very busy. Hmm. I try a couple, but they only have car chargers. Finally
: find a Verizon place, which is extremely helpful and sells me a charging
: cable... for $30. Cool.

: Keep going until I find an internet cafe. Start charging my phone while I do
: more research. My thought was this: most of these lots seem to be owned by
: the same handful of companies. If I can get their numbers -- the numbers
: of their headquarters, not the actual lots -- maybe I could ask them for
: (1) what tow companies they use (who I could then ask about my car), and
: (2) a list of numbers for all the lots they owned in the area. It'd be a
: lot, but I could work through the list, and it would be easier than
: physically walking to each.

: No. Turns out there's literally something like 800 of these companies, and
: god only knows how many actual lots. It would be next to impossible, or at
: least totally prohibitive, to do this. I wrote down some of the big
: companies anyway, and popped open Google Maps again. I'd just remembered
: the place I noticed on Washington.

: Well... hell. That sure looks interesting. Look at those long white lines.
: Look at that little roof that sure seems like a gas station. And there's
: another lot just across the street. And the orientation from the
: convention center would be right.

: Hmm.

: I'm running out of aces. I eat -- another Carl's Junior, by fluke -- and
: resolve to bus down to this spot and check it out. If it's not right... I
: don't know. I may report the car as stolen and take a Greyhound back to
: Santa Cruz. I need to, you know... go back to school.

: Bus. Railcar. Parking lot.

: There it was. My goddamned car.

: I wasn't sure how much they were going to charge me for three days' parking.
: Turned out to be a nonissue. There was no attendant. I just drove out. Hot
: damn.

: I got gas and hit the freeway.

: At this point we enter the post-fuckups stage.

: I was on the road for five minutes when a car tried to change lanes in front
: of me, I guess not looking, and nailed the adjacent vehicle. They both
: spun out, exactly like in the movies, or in the Allstate commercials. Oh,
: lord. Now this mojo's spilling over to other people. I should quarantine
: myself.

: I pulled over and ran to check on them. Both women were already on their cell
: phones, neither, apparently, to 911, but to their husbands or boyfriends
: or whoever. Odd. I put out a couple flares (it was broad daylight, but
: just to hammer in the idea of "you'll need to swerve, this is an
: accident site") and called highway patrol, which was... busy. While I
: was on hold a motorcycle cop showed up. I'm done. One of the women asked
: if I'd seen the accident, but I really hadn't, not enough to judge fault,
: so I bounced.

: Let us fast forward, and I've decided to drive straight to Santa Cruz rather
: than dropping the car in Berkeley and taking a bus back. The freeway
: splits, and most cars including me are in the right-hand lane, starting
: and stopping, inching forward as we split off. I am glancing down at a map
: to make sure this is the right way to go (I've never driven from LA to
: SC), accelerate too much for the small gap, look up, can't break in time,
: and rear-end the white sedan in front of me.

: Cool.

: It's a mom with four kids in the car. I check on them, they're fine, give
: them my insurance. (She too is already on the phone to her husband by the
: time I get to their car. What is it with this?) Her husband wants to call
: the police and have me shot or something. She: "No, no, we're fine,
: it's fine." Lordy. I've scratched her fender paint and put two little
: holes in the metal from the bolts on my license. I have no damage. Go
: Volvo tanks.

: We finish up, I tell her to call me and let me know the damage. I think I'll
: let my parents know once I get back. This is not a conversation I want to
: have in the car. By a fluke of how we pull out, the car I hit is actually
: driving behind me for the next ten miles. Good times.

: I manage to get back to Santa Cruz, get lost, ask for help at a gas station
: and am again given excellent directions by a homeless man, use their
: bathroom, get splashed in the crotch by an overzealous faucet, manage to
: find my way downtown, park on a side street, (there's no campus parking),
: and go to the bus stop. Bus comes eventually. It's full and doesn't even
: stop. Cool.

: Another bus comes. I get on, get to campus, and walk very carefully to my
: dorm.

: Good times.

:

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Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.vector40 5/15/06 4:27 a.m.
     FIRST POST *NM*Schooly D 5/15/06 4:32 a.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.vector40 5/15/06 4:38 a.m.
     Current Vector40 status: ALIVE + CAR! :D *NM*sorahn 5/15/06 4:44 a.m.
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     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Louis Wu 5/15/06 5:40 a.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.vector40 5/15/06 3:53 p.m.
                 Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.KP 5/15/06 4:57 p.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.mr_mcmurder 5/16/06 1:03 a.m.
     Poor Vec...Funkmon 5/15/06 5:55 a.m.
           Re: Poor Vec...The MorningStar 5/15/06 9:27 p.m.
           Re: Poor Vec...dipanjan 5/16/06 5:11 a.m.
     GG Vec *NM* *NM*Blown-Upp 5/15/06 5:56 a.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Hawk7886 5/15/06 5:59 a.m.
     >.< *NM*MasterCheifn 5/15/06 7:00 a.m.
     Wow.Spartan Jag 5/15/06 9:17 a.m.
           Re: Wow.Darkendes 5/15/06 11:16 a.m.
     sorry to hearMiguel Chavez 5/15/06 9:22 a.m.
     That's what you get for defouling all those graves *NM*Ename Nep 5/15/06 10:25 a.m.
           Re: That's what you get for defouling all those grEname Nep 5/15/06 10:26 a.m.
     Dude, where's your car? *NM*Count Zero 5/15/06 12:12 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.mnemesis 5/15/06 12:37 p.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Louis Wu 5/15/06 1:02 p.m.
                 Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.mnemesis 5/15/06 1:05 p.m.
                       Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.jman571 5/15/06 1:21 p.m.
                             Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.vector40 5/15/06 3:47 p.m.
                                   Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.TheGarbageMan 5/15/06 3:51 p.m.
                 nothing but netdeanero 5/15/06 1:18 p.m.
                 Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Jacob.M 5/17/06 4:50 a.m.
     Hahahahaha...Skeletor 5/15/06 1:32 p.m.
           Re: Hahahahaha...vector40 5/15/06 3:44 p.m.
           haha :(Djof 5/15/06 5:44 p.m.
                 Writing talent I certainly lack - lol *NM*Djof 5/15/06 5:48 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Mothergoat 5/15/06 2:56 p.m.
     Personally.akba 5/15/06 3:08 p.m.
           TrueFunkmon 5/15/06 10:52 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.{SS}Zag1 5/15/06 3:49 p.m.
     Well, at least you...Spartan Jag 5/15/06 4:03 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Wado SG 5/15/06 4:55 p.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Varanos 5/15/06 4:59 p.m.
                 Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Mikezoom 5/15/06 5:23 p.m.
     Holy Shit....Hawaiian Pig 5/15/06 5:38 p.m.
           Here, Have thisHawaiian Pig 5/15/06 5:48 p.m.
                 mnemesisMiguel Chavez 5/15/06 7:29 p.m.
                       Well...mnemesis 5/15/06 10:52 p.m.
                             *audibly chuckles* *NM*Funkmon 5/15/06 10:54 p.m.
                             rofl *NM*Hawaiian Pig 5/16/06 3:30 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.RomeoDude 5/15/06 5:59 p.m.
     RE:Terra 5/15/06 7:23 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.serotoninzero 5/15/06 7:48 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.GAMER4EVER 5/15/06 7:54 p.m.
     Good God, vec.Pvt. Jenkins 5/15/06 9:01 p.m.
     Glad You Had Fun!Mintz 5/15/06 9:45 p.m.
     <3 vec, sorry we missed you at the LAN *NM*The MorningStar 5/15/06 9:46 p.m.
     damn...Zattack89 5/15/06 9:56 p.m.
     That sounded like hell.*THASF* A.K.A. "The Halo And Sonic Fan" 5/15/06 10:08 p.m.
     Bad Luck?lukey125 5/15/06 10:54 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Sep7imus [subnova] 5/16/06 8:08 a.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.vector40 5/16/06 1:33 p.m.
                 Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Sep7imus [subnova] 5/16/06 4:25 p.m.
     well done.griff 5/16/06 8:39 a.m.
           Re: well done.dipanjan 5/16/06 9:55 a.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.chess 5/16/06 10:31 a.m.
     congrats on not being dead, man. *NM*Max Power (aka- dewbe) 5/16/06 1:51 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Jake P. 5/16/06 2:01 p.m.
     Wow...Cannith[iz] 5/16/06 3:31 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.DarkBlades 5/16/06 5:26 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.nicolas 5/16/06 6:12 p.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.nicolas 5/16/06 6:15 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.warbinger 5/17/06 10:18 a.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Brodingo 5/17/06 7:58 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.lol@you.com 5/17/06 10:01 p.m.
           Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Raiden 5/17/06 11:16 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles!Slaughtered420 5/18/06 7:00 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.Kyle Bolen 5/18/06 8:58 p.m.
     Re: Fun times in Los Angeles! Not though.xX kel0811 Xx 5/19/06 7:21 p.m.



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