I’m sitting in a smokey bar listening to a live jazz band. The air smells of nicotine as well as weed and a woman is on stage singing a rendition of the classic song “summertime.” She is attempting to funk it up a bit with the drummer boy and band playing in sync. I’ve heard better.
It’s nearly 2am and everyone but me seems to just be getting started. They are all the way live with energy I wish I had. Kim is sitting proper waiting on her turn to sing. That’s the only reason why I am here.
In her yellow, body con dress and 5 inch, Jessica Simpson pumps, she will likely entertain the crowd in more ways than one.
Another late night in B.A. I’m not sure how my sleeping pattern will ever recover. But I like this easy breezy way of living. I don’t have any troubles nor worries and that’s refreshing.