gunspoint...

so, we live in this hotel. a marriott. it's ok, you know...clean rooms, a/c works. indoor/outdoor pool. and Kicks, the hotel bar. it's a somewhat surreal existence, but it's worked so far.

yesterday i was on the phone with josh discussing whether or not a visit would be in order. he asked me where i was staying.

in greenspoint, i said.
oh. so you don't leave your hotel then, do you?
no. never.

well, last night i left the hotel. over dinner we had a conversation about desperate times and people in l.a. doing fucked up shit. devin said "it's not just in l.a., y'all. it's everywhere." she wasn't joking.

about an hour later, after riding the technically mechanical bull in walmart (now that gilley's is gone what else is there?) we started walking back to the car. we looked back at one point to see our girlfriend in somekind of confusing struggle and we watched for a second before we realized that some fat chick was trying to steal her purse.

y'all...girls make-up was jacked.

anyway, there were three of them, but it was an unsuccessful mugging. not because any action was necessarily taken, but because they were so fucked up. and then they just disappeared. we climbed in the car to try to run them over, but they had vanished. which must have been a serious act of magic, cuz girl was big.

devin told the story in class this morning. that's when carlos told us that he was pistol whipped in his car at the intersection in front of our hotel. they call the area gunspoint.

we have fantastic bull photos.

and kathlene still has her purse.