An L.A. Moment

Had one of those very specific, undeniably “L.A. Moments” the other night while hanging out with a few friends in Santa Monica. We’re at a coffee shop sipping some 12 dollar chais, sitting outside of course because we’re half of the ten remaining smokers in California - as people pass by feigning coughs and scowling at our cigarette butts.

We're discussing how we'd each prefer to die. Everyone clearly isn't giving much thought to the matter, as one by one they list off the usual cliche answers like, "In my sleep."

Finally it’s my turn to speak on the subject and I pause in reflection for a moment, then say:

“I think I’d like to become a rock star, have a hit single that gets me all the money and sex I can shake a stick at, then die of an overdose before I record my second album.”

You could see it in their eyes. This was a concept they not only understood, but could appreciate. They gave the idea a beautiful moment of silence before nodding in unison and saying, “That would be awesome.”

Awesome, indeed.

Long live Los Angeles.