Yesterday Black convinced me to say yes to one of all the invitations I've been getting since I came back, so as darkness fell we hit Hollywood. First Paul & Andrés - a tiny place hidden behind some dumpsters on Cosmo Street.
Black worked the room like a dark tornado with a cigarette between her lips, chatting with everyone in sight. Aloysius were happy as a camper and sipped his Gin like Joey Bishop in The Deep Six. After an hour he got so drunk and obnoxious that "Paul" (politely) had to ask us to leave. And I suddenly remembered why I don't allow the stupid bear to drink hard liquor.