Not Every Day

Not even in L.A. is this a common occurence.

Sunday night/Monday morning. 2:17am.

I awaken to the sound of four, very drunk morons, loitering outside my bedroom window. One of these morons is barfing LOUDLY, while his friends say eloquent things like, "Fuck you!" "No, man, fuck you!"

I sigh, hoping they'll take Mr. Drunk-Off-His-Ass home to sleep it off.

A few minutes pass and the barfing noises increase in obnoxiousness and... violence, I suppose is a good word for it. Ick.

Finally, I lean out the window and yell, "Shut the hell up! Some of us have to sleep!"

The ass-munch leader of this band of merry men, looks up at me and says, "Sorry, whore."

I roll my eyes and go back to bed and apparently my admonition works, because 20 seconds later, they're gone.

It's not every day I get called a whore. Ali and I are still laughing about it.