My holiday started just before dawn, waiting in the dark for the city bus to Venice Beach via ghetto ass downtown. A group of wandering tourists, party of four, approached. Their mother tongue sounded Russian to me (turns out they were citizens of Kazakhstan and Tajikistan taking a day trip from Sacramento); in English, the one turned and politely asked for bus directions to Venice. Easy, I said, I'm going to Venice.
And then we were five.
Once in Venice we parted ways. They headed to the beach and pier and stuff and I, to the muscle pit to get half naked and oiled up. After a few hours they came by to wish me luck and took pictures. I don't use Facebook but am sure I'm on there anyway!
'backstage' in the muscle pit
bodybuilder with Mexican wrestlers
I see old people
plenty about which to smile
plenty
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