Some Party with the Psychedelic Jesus

For a while, I was camping in an alley in Hollywood. Nobody I worked with knew, so I'd usually go out to bars and parties with everyone because I didn't really have anything else to do.

One night, the Psychedelic Jesus asked me to go out to some party in Pedro with him.

I don't really remember it very well. I remember that all of the girls had boyfriends and PJ and I were a little bored, so we kept eating and he got really drunk. Everybody else was pretty wealthy I think, so the cheese was really good. They got a little upset with me because I kept drinking all of the mixers, but they had too much class to call me on it.

All I really remember was the view over the port through the fog and thinking for some reason that the fire hydrant that was painted in an American Flag motif was really neat. I don't even know where I slept that night.

I started thinking about this tonight on the subway while I was listening to the Minutemen, and it made me wonder how PJ was doing. He's not really your average religious figure, by the way; although I guess surfing is kind of like walking on the water.