Day Five: Hamsen Comes Home, Son
After a trying work week filled with killer bee attacks, identity crisis(es?)
and basketball bonding, Hamsen has finally come home to relax in south-central
LA. The sound of helicopters & bullets whizzing by lulls him to sleep in the most
adorable way (you just have to see it…just don’t wear red or stand near any windows.)
Anyway, it also marked my roommate’s birthday and you know how that can
be when you are in college…here’s my hazy recollection of what Hammy did
that fateful night:
9pm – Dude like7 Jager bombs, and totally pound a 12 pack of natty ice pregame-ing
10pm – Arrive at Short Stop Bar in Echo Park, grind on hipsters with asymmetric
haircuts, call mgmt overrated, get into sissy fight
11pm – 1:30 am – rage!
2am – back at home.
3am – professes dude-bro love to me
3:05am – tries to fight me
3:07am – passes out on the bathroom floor
3pm – wakes up naked in bed with other dudechiabro, bummer like woah
Party. I’m totally rushing in the fall.
Oh ya! If you slum it up in LA on the weekends, keep your eyes peeled for
some chia-watch stickers on bathroom stall doors & drunk girls’ bums.
Family portrait / fri&sat. recap in photos below…