My Friend Charlie:98 degrees street level

YEAH, we are back after a 48 hour hiatus with what might very well be the final post from the Golden State. Its been one hell of a ride and as far as first impressions go Hollywood grabbed us by the throat slapped us twice and then bought us a stiff cocktail. Thanks to Jason Arnold, the tattooed saint of Los Angeles, we spent Saturday lounging on the roof of the Standard Hotel being serviced by nice ladies. 12 stories above street level in downtown is a great place to be mid afternoon if you've got Illena waiting on you. We've run into our fair share of characters in our day but this adventure has been chock full of grade A talent.We can't throw up some of our best pics thanks to a overzealous security guard who promised to make sure we didn't post anything he didn't ok but just think loose tops on 100% silicone. Special thanks to Charlie, The Key Club, Hollywood Ink, and Chonos for keeping it real.