I don't think I've ever been frisked so many times in my life. I came through the metal detector at José Maria Córdova, and the girl on the other side was kind and respectful. She smiled and said “Muchisimas gracias” when she was done. The next guy also spoke native Spanish to me, but from hi
05.26.2011| antics | Kurt Robinson
No CommentsSitting in Hollywood Hostel, watching TV. An ad comes on. "I used to have serious problems with asthma. It would stop me doing all the fun things I wanted in life. Every time I wanted to go for a jog or a swim with my friends, I would have to make excuses and say 'No, sorry – I have to stay
06.14.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
3 Comments"I don't know – there was something not right about it. It was like she was humouring me," I said as we walked off Hollywood Boulevard. "Maybe that's it," said Aster, as we walked past a kid's birthday party with a jumping castle in the front yard. "I wish – that is one helluva party."
06.12.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
1 CommentI got on the Metro at Rosa Parks station in LA. I was wearing a brown plaid hat, white skinny jeans and a shining gold American Apparel windbreaker. "Damn!" said an African-American lady. "That is one mean hat!" "Why, thank you." "Hey man," said the guy next to me on the train. "Is th
06.4.2009| antics | Kurt Robinson
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