

The sun setting over Santa Monica Pier behind Teresa, Devin, Peja and Mick.
Tonight we went to see Blackalicious at Santa Monica's free summer concerts series. It would've been more fun had I watched the performance rather than watch this creepy pervert stand behind every girl, sniffing her hair. You see, I've been harboring this fantasy about being a private detective. I kept a close watch, in case intervention was needed, possibly snapping a photo for police indentification or taking his wallet to extract a name and address. My own private stakeout lasted approximately 45 minutes. The concert was over by then.
11:58 PM // Thursday August 26, 2004 // permalink
