If you went to LA and you didn't smoke weed at Paul Smith's pink wall, did you even go to LA? According to my friend @kayyorkcity, the answer is no.
I spent the last five days cozied up at the SLS in Beverly Hills. Wake up, eat, write, eat, write more, eat, sleep, repeat. I even planned to write by the pool, but Mother Nature said no. It rained all weekend long.
I’ve carried the same $40 vintage backpack purchased on Skid Row for the last six years. The leather is cracking. It’s a pain to access. There’s holes in the lining which eat my keys, chapstick and weed. The kicker came at a CannaCon mixer when an industry colleague asked for my business card. I looked at my well-worn bag and decided I’m almost 30, it’s time for an upgrade. So an upgrade I got, with a brand new YSL bag.
