Mike and I took pictures yesterday, first, by bender park, and then around Cudahy Highschool.

We witnessed a teenage drug and or alcohol bust (same thin) yards away from the scene. I thought I'd be clever, so I walked over near the dozen or so teenagers (being interrogated) and did a really corny trip, tying my shoes for three minutes to hear all the juicy details. There weren't many. The police, one by one, called out their names and birthdates on his little radio. 1990 was the most common date, so most of the party was 16 to 17 years old. Young.

I told mike the news, and made a second attempt at espionage. It didn't work that time. The police politely told me it was after ten and I had to leave, not because I wasn't supposed to interferring with justice.

Then, we found a nice lighted area around Cudahy Highschool. The flora and fauna added a contrast to the otherwise dark and esoteric scene.

While we were shooting pictures people came out in small groups from the beach, all at varying degrees of mental incompetence. Doubtlessly, it had something to do with dope and alcohol. The duration of our film took us through about 24 teenagers.

We had to fend off this obnoxious drunk whos piss ass threatened to beat us up. Obviously he forget we had montage of swords, guns (bb), and chains for the art. But he left. Damn stupid though.

The fuzz came. So we left. My day.