"Rollin out in Cali, Cali, Cali, Rollin.....,"

There we were, all in the moment

Riding-down the I-5

We didn't have a care it was, "Carpe-

Diem," all day, every day


On this night though we were out for

thrills and the liquor to flow profusely

The limo that we had split five ways

was stocked to the hilt with enough

spirits to last into the next day,

"Yea, right,"


This was a night to beat all nights

and we were beginning to see the

bright lights of L.A

"Hollywood Boulevard," was a blast except for when

I got hit on by the male prostitute who

approached me while on one of the stars

engraved into the sidewalk I pissed


He took my rejection with grace but I could

see by the look in his eyes he was dismayed

and not only because he wouldn't be

getting paid


But that's getting-off the story


Anyways we were trying to find the, House of

Blues where we were anticipating seeing a

great show but I think that the driver had his

own booze cause he didn't seem like he knew

where the fuck to go


Or maybe he was just new in town, another

person looking to make it big in the, City of Angels


So after going around in circles for what seemed

like hours we finally arrived at our destination but

the excitement was to be short-lived

We had drove around for so long and the drinks were

non-stop, not to mention the lines and the pot that

we were FUBAR and the first one of us, (not I) that

stepped-out of the car fell-flat on the side-walk on

their face


Now the bouncers seeing this I guess figured that

our night didn't need anymore excitement so he

denied us entrance but hey it had already been a

blast so it wasn't a waste


And that wasn't even the end of the night