That sounds wonderful.

It was. My last escape from LA was even better. Same deal with the weed brownie, only, for no goddamned reason, halfway through the ride Los Angeles turned into 18th century London, with virtually opaque fog blanketing the empty, pre-dawn streets.

Our first stop was UCLA, and there was a hot girl who had the job that I wanted (English tutor), so I started chatting her up, more for professional reasons than anything else. Our next passenger was a middle-aged Asian man in glasses, who overheard us and mentioned he used to be an English tutor as well, at a nearby community college. I made happy little "Oonngh!" noises and tried to "casually" demonstrate my passion for the field to the girl by carrying on a conversation with him (the girl was looking stuff up on her phone for me). You know, stuff about how rewarding it is, how fascinating language is, the diversity of the students, etc.

Then the Asian man starts bragging about beating up retarded kids.

Like he tells me about this former gangbanger who got a head injury and suffered severe brain damage, but still wanted to be tough, so this guy starts bragging to me about how he, his teacher, slammed him into a wall and talked shit in his face about how he was a cripple now and no longer tough.

It was a test of all my diplomacy to sound at once sympathetic to both parties. No one was offended, but I didn't get the job.

By the time I arrived at LAX I was way, way, way too high to navigate anything, so I oriented myself by pretending this was an episode of Dexter and everything had to be narrated for really dumb people: (The ghost of my dead father) "Careful Aaron! If you miss your flight you'll be at the airport long than necessary!" (voice over) "If I don't make it through security soon I might miss my flight." (mumbling to myself) "I need to walk fast to get to my plane faster."

one could argue that all J.C. movies are underrated classics compared to most of their contemporaries. personally I love the ending in L.A even though it is preceded by Snake surfing on a tsunami.

Which actually is pretty cool now that I think of it.

I saw this movie in the theater and I loved it! Still one of my faves. I have a drawing of Snake Plissken beating the shit out of Craig Kilborn with a crowbar hanging on the wall over my computer station that I got a guy at our local nerd convention to draw for me for twenty bucks. His booth said "I'll Draw Anything for 20 Bucks!", so I took him up on the offer.

I had to drag my mom to this movie because I was 14, and she was laughing all the way through. The whole time I'm like "quiet mom, this is serious!!"

Cuervo Jones was great as the bad guy, and even if it's not as good as NY, it's still charming as fuck.