i'm getting way too old and cranky. i was gonna go see dave navarro and j-mello play again. but this time at the sachi bar in long beach. yeah, i never heard of it either. turns out it's at the hotel by the whole foods i always shop at. this hotel looks too big for it's own good and too run down. i'm always cracking jokes about how can anyone stay there, does anyone ever stay there, i would never stay there, and how the hell do they stay in business. i wrote in to get on the free list, you had to be there early, i was, and they were young kids all lame about how it's too early and they're not ready. well then don't tell people to get there early fucknuts. i wait. i wait. eventually i go in and scope it out. nowhere to hang out. i find a tiny space and hide there, hoping they won't make me leave the one seat you don't have to pay for. i'm getting really tired of waiting. i'm getting sleepy. i really can't put up with this shit. i don't like the staff, the music of the club, and i'm not too far from home. why am i out doing this? they are only gonna play a couple songs and i've seen them. so i say screw this and try to leave. the staff won't let me exit. say i have to go around. and then the next staff the same thing. these people are jerks. i'm only pretending to go to the bathroom so i can hop the fence to leave 'cos i have no idea where the exit is that they said to go to. in my anger, i smash my fist into a mirror, but not too hard because i don't want to bleed and pay for damages. just enough to make me feel better. the guys are probably about to hit the stage right now. i will never go there again.