Las Vegas
I hate excessive heat. I hate drunks. I don’t care for gambling. You can tell Vegas is for me.















I hate excessive heat. I hate drunks. I don’t care for gambling. You can tell Vegas is for me.
















This burger at Johnny Rockets’ was off the chain.
Bread
Onion Rings
Beef
Cheese
Bacon
Cheese
Beef
BBQ Sauce
Bread
Yes!

The Do-Over is the party for urban people 21 and up in LA. It takes place every Sunday in Hollywood (in the Summertime) from 2 PM to 10 PM. The line is ridiculously long. You’ll be out there for an hour at least. Once inside you’re treated to the best DJ’s from around the world. The music is varied but unified. Admission is free. Food and drinks are pricy. I suggest you get in good with the promoter. Skipping the line is like getting head on a private jet. The many times I’ve been there, I’ve always seen celebrities. Last night I left just before Eve and DMX showed up. Terrance Howard the actor was denied admission while the MTV Movie Awards were going on around the corner. Actor Michael Rappaport was seen towering over people in this party, trying to look regular. Spinderella (Salt N Pepa’s DJ) I saw several times. I met Queen Latifah here while she was conversing with Peanut Butter Wolf. Summertime + Dope Sounds + Sangria = fun.










People always talk about Roscoe’s and all I’m saying is the only thing that matters over there is the food. They do have some interesting patrons too depending on the location. Here’s the exterior, the food, and my two favorite patrons that day. Two black lady bikers wearing purple camo.
Oh yeah the food was amazing. The chicken was juicy and flavorful and servings were huge. Fries sucked. They remind me of Portuguese BBQ fries from Newark.


