Random Scrap:
Apart from school, my social life was limited to David, with whom I would visit West Hollywood on Wednesday nights. We would drive at his Toyota and then Lexus and stop by Mickey's to a see a guy whipping a woman on stage and an old man sitting on a folded chair and sticking dollar banknotes of what we suspected was his pension behind a thong of a go go dancer dancing in front of him. We once decided to drive along Hollywood Boulevard just to see if there were any prostitutes around. Failing to find them, David decided to stop by a bar and ask one of the patrons where we could find them. We were told to look for them on the side streets. Still, with no success we drove home, stopping by Ralph's on the way listening to the romantic songs on the 103.5 FM. At weekends we would stop by Denny's in Santa Monica for banana split from a friendly waiter. We didn't have that much in common. We once saw the Dreamers at the 2nd street cinema and along with a movie about a porn star those were the only cinematic experiences we shared together.