I just flew in from Pomona... and boy are my arms tiered

I was looking for a shoulder-bag or a back-pack or a camera bag to hold my stuff but all I could find was this chest of drawers in my parents basement.

This will be the cover of my album of hard-rock-ballads.

This can be the inside cover, or maybe my greatest hits album.

I went to that Australian coffee shop with the funny name. There were these hipster-doofuses in front of me in line, they took a really long time, I thought about leaving, but, there was a cute girl with them so I continued to wait.

Maybe I had already had enough coffee.

I took the bus downtown to Union Station (surprise). The man on the right in this picture had crossed himself like 3 or 4 times, I guess he was an OCD-catholic.

This was an unusable corridor.

Ok, so I was trying to get to Pomona, to go to this store called Analogue Haven a store that just sells synthesizers or something. I got directions or more accurately I patched together directions from the internet. So, I went downtown to catch the metrolink train, I assumed this was the same train I had taken a week ago to get to Hollywood when I took the bus to Culver City, anyway it wasn't it's a whole different thing. After some trial and error I got a round trip ticket to Pomona and caught the 1:20 train to Pomona.

This one hallway at the train station had a beer ad on the ceiling.

A detailed view of said advertisement.

The view from the train.

The Prison. This may be the first picture that has come out pretty much how I imagined it.

Did I mention that Pomona is south, very south.

That's county hospital in the background.

Those are tents for camping under bridges, maybe trolls live in them.

This is an area warmly referred to as "the Panic Zone", nice, nice.

This is a tree and a housing project.

This might be my high-school.

Some guy.

A picture of this woman across from me looking at the thing I was taking a picture of.

I think this is when we passed the fair and saw an elephant.

One house I passed had a nativity scene in the backyard (it's September!). Another house had a car on it's roof!?

I arrived 40 +/- minutes later in scenic Pomona, California.

The train let me out onto a street with no sidewalks. This house was covered in ivy, I bet they have a rat problem.

I started walking in the direction in which I believed the store to be.

I stopped at a gas station and asked where 2nd st was the guy said he didn't know.

It turns out there are 2 Pomona Metrolink stations one in North Pomona (my station) and one in Old Town Pomona. So I started walking the 30 +/- blocks toward the other station.

I tried to take a picture of the street sign with a very high number on it for dramatic effect.

Yet another building with a giant chicken on top.

There was a block with like 5 or more dentists all on the same block, this one was housed in an old time diner.

Judging by that placard I would have to say this was a historic parking lot.

A scenic church.

still walking.

I think those might be horses.

These are some religious icons found near the synthesizer store in olde towne Pomona.

So I found the store (and the other train station). The store was neat, I played with some synthesizers. The guy running the place seemed a little smug for my tastes and could use some better customer service skills, but maybe I'm overly sensitive.

I found out that I had missed the train heading back to LA, departing from the closer train station. Got a sandwich and a coffee at separate establishments. Started heading back.

The other train station was at the top of that mountain.

Did I mention that all day it had been like a thousand degrees?

Did I mention the several blocks surrounding this train station had no sidewalk.

A train came going the opposite direction, the time was an hour or so later than what I thought it was. Another train came also going the wrong way.

My train came.

This is an action shot.

Got to Union Station went outside to catch the bus. Found the bus stop, a bus came, not my bus, everyone at the stop got on.

Walked up a few blocks to where I knew a bus going my way would stop. There was a gross old bra on the ground, I'm pretty sure this is a picture of it. Did I mention it had gotten very cold out. We continued waiting.

I stared walking, the bus came. I walked up the hill to my parents house, dinner was ready. It was about 9:00.

Adventures in public transportation

me getting ready.

me looking sad because it was raining a little and I was without an umbrella.

This was a very scrappy looking cat. I think it wanted to follow me.

This lot used to have a chicken and some other farm animals in it.

Same yard different view.

This is Chulo or Charo or something like that, I'm told it means Monkey and that it used to be a gallery that was down the street or is now down the street, I'm not sure I'm as confused as you.

The woman at the coffee shop said that she was impressed that I was wearing colors that matched, she said it was very cutting edge or something. The man working there said he would give me coffee regardless of if I matched or didn't(?). I think he may have be Australian.

A view from the bus toward downtown. A day-pass here costs $3 that's ok with me.

my bus dropping me off not exactly near my destination.

walking toward Chinatown.

A spooky vacant lot.

The Spooky building (I assume also vacant) next to the vacant lot.

I think this is self -explanatory.

This is a painting that I thought Alison would like it involved two goats, I think it was at Black Dragon Gallery or maybe a different one near it.

This is a giant chicken.

I went to Alvera Street.

(insert comment here)

This is a wall of wrestling masks.

A restaurant I did not eat at.

The Buro or Donkey that I had my picture taken on when I was like 10 or something. I really thought it was a live donkey. I found a bathroom at Alvera Street inside was a Mexican gangster guy popping blackheads or something.

I went searching for the "subway" which was not easy to find I thought maybe I would find it in Union Station.

I found it.

There was a clown on the train, he didn't speak much english.

The clown again.

A transvestite and her drug addict boyfriend.

Got off the subway at Hollywood and Highland. This was my view from the bus, then I read a magazine.

Me in front of the galleries in Culver City.

A pile of coffee cups in the ravine.

Took the Washington bus back toward downtown, It was filled with teenagers. At a stand (run by a cholo) near the bus stop a girl bought a bag of chips and the guy at the stand poured hot sauce and lemon juice inside(?).

Maybe a cemetery, though I don't remember taking a picture of any cemeteries.

Hobo's-on-Hope

I got off the bus downtown-ish (after like 100 hours on the bus) when I saw an above ground "subway" thing and got excited to not be a bus anymore.

A very tall escalator letting me out downtown. I walked around for a while until I was bored.

This man had a "soul patch" piercing and a tattoo that said "insane".

I think this is Bonnie's house. I tried to stop by earlier but I think she was asleep.

That Australian coffee shop again, there was some hippie/hipster doufus working there.

I remember when this place used to be a sweat shop.

This house used to have the greenest yard in town and I think they had neighborhood watch meetings there.