Happy Thanksgiving my little Tiger Beats

So I checked out a new open mic last night at the West Side Eclectic in the back of the Third St. Promenade in Santa Monica and I dug it a lot. 

Just like IO West its in a back alley but it this one doesn't look like it will give you AIDS. Maybe just HPV. 

Anyway, today is Thanksgiving so my mom was at an Indian casino (which she finds absolutely no irony in) so I was taking care of my dad. At one point I went for a walk to CVS to get some fresh air and I thought it would be a funny idea to buy a Tiger Beat because I thought I could possibly get some comedy material out of it. To make a long story short nothing in Tiger Beat made me laugh, it only made me angry... but what I did think was funny was that I bought it while I was alone. Its not like I was with a buddy and you could tell we were doing it for laughs, it just looked really fuckin' creepy and I thought that was pretty hilarious. What makes it really creepy though is that with it I also bought my normal staples from a drug store (and this is no lie) which were a huge thing of Jagermeister and a box of tissues. So to the guy at the counter it looked like my evening consisted of going home and getting totally wasted while I read Tiger Beat and cry. Now THAT is an awesome holiday.

Heres a cute picture of my dog to counteract my creepiness (or elevate it). She's damn ferocious... as you can tell.