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Yup, you got it. Off Topic Sunday. This was Friday night. CantStayJose and I frequent the Brite Spot. It's a Mexican food joint and there's a few of them in Long Beach. The one we hit up is about 2 blocks away; really close by.
"Isn't Scott Craig's Xmas party tonight?" It was. It's kind of an adventure for us because we don't usually go north of the Long Beach city limits to hangout much. For that smooth operator Scott Craig, we had to go say hi at least!




Pretty stoked on the Brite Spot because the food is actually good. I think the consistency of each Brite Spot may vary, but we got ourselves a winner here on the west side of town. To start, the chips are good because they always make them fresh. Salsa is good too.


I had two sopes (sorta like a deluxe open face taco) and Jose had the shrimp ceviche, pictured below:
Dave was getting tattooed so we left him behind. We made it to L.A, even with locked-up traffic 8:30 on a Friday night. We parked and noticed we were right next to a motorcycle/scooter shop. They specialized in small bikes, from the looks of it:
I think the place was called Choke.
A few dozens yards away was the Smog Cutter. It's a cool dive bar.
They had two Thai lady bartenders and a waitress. Dustin had recognized one of the bartenders from some night earlier; she was his bartender at some titty bar somewhere else. They laughed. What are the odds?
The tall handsome guy was in the corner. Hi Scott. Here's an interesting fact. Although Scott is like 5 inches taller than Dustin, they wear the same exact size jeans. "Scott has a long torso," Dustin added. "Kinda like Michael Phelps!"

We all hung out. There was some billiards being played. Some stories being told.


We ran into Chris from West Coast Choppers. We found out that the Smog Cutter was located right inside Chris' old hood, where he grew up. Really nice guy.
This dude Greg sang karaoke like nobody's biz. Mississippi Queen, Like A Rolling Stone. All done with much flair.
The rest of the night was a blur. On our way back I made them listen to New Order and old Ice Cube because I was driving. We ended up back in Long Beach before midnight, so we stopped by Blondie's next to Dustin's pad for a cocktail while Jose slept in the truck.
It's a good thing Jose stayed in the truck because one cocktail later, a big Samoan lady with her crew of four came up to us. Their leader, the big lady, practically molested us. We were a bit shaken but we'll be ok. We also know a lot about Western Samoa and American Samoa now.




The End.