I wish the drunk people outside would all be struck mute by the wrathful hand of some deity. Right about now. I'm having enough trouble concentrating and they are really not helping. I really want to yell out the window:
DUDE, YOU DIDN'T GET LAID. SO WHAT. GET OVER IT. CALL A CAB. GO HOME.
Sometimes living in the heart of Hollywood kinda blows.
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