I only ate one piece of pie. Peach a la mode, heated. It was good. The rest of the food at the table looked ok, but I wouldn’t make a special trip out there for it. Hit the Dresden after…now I can take it off my list of LA Landmarks seen in movies. Jung bought us drinks…thank you Michael.

My car burns oil like it’s incense. So on my way to the House of Pies, I stopped at a 76 station to buy a few quarts of oil. It cost me $6. I got totally ripped-off, but I waited too long and my car needed it. Anyway, while I was putting the oil in the car (I call her the Black Knight) this lady pulls up and we have the following conversation:

• Lady – Hey, can you tell me where the county jail is?
• Me – Um, I don’t know, sorry.
• Lady – (smoking cigertte, blows smoke in my direction) Oh, cuz my boyfriend was just arrested and they took him to county. Can you help me find it?
• Me – Um, that sucks, what’d he get arrested for?
• Lady – Some bullshit charge. They said he robbed some store and shot at a cop. But he was with me that night, so I know it’s bullshit. They want him cuz he’s Mexican and in a gang.
• Me – Yeah, I hate when that happens, good luck.
• Lady – Ok, do you know how to get to Melrose from here?
• Me – No

I felt a twinge of pride in not knowing where the county jail was. Thanks mom.