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nothing in here is true

  1. Friday, January 19, 2018

    do you know i love you, i do 

    i have been blogging since the begining of time.

    i was handed a macbook pro, and some blazing fast internet

    the Creator said, do your thing my dude

    and right away i was documenting the comings and goings of hollywood, isla vista, and all points in between.

    with a twist.

    in the last 16 years alone i have authored over 11,000 posts and made friends from all around the world due to this humble URL.

    weirdly i tell anyone who will listen that nothing in here is true, and yet they still believe it all and root me on.

    no one more heartily than my dear mother and closest friends.

    i am so blessed i cant even believe it sometimes. it’s disgusting. im sick to my stomach now. hold up. brb.

    the trick to success, as i have seen it, is to utilize the fact that we have two eyes two ears and just one mouth.

    aka listen and learn before type type typing.

    trust me when i tell you this is hard for me. because i have 10 fingers AND 10 toes.

    and believe me when i tell you that there is plenty to see and hear and learn from here in LA,

    so this blog has been a constant battle of waiting and writing.

    for the first 12 years i didnt do much waiting and learning and seeing.

    lately i have been doing a lot of soaking in.

    especially the uber stuff

    which initially was just a way to learn and watch and listen

    but now has turned into something weirder and more loving

    and something that i think about every day

    in a good way.

    which is to say this. if you follow me on instagram, you will know that i have been watching a movie every day. and then writing a sentence or two about it.

    when i am in the theatres the weirdest thing happens: i think about work. never uber, but my real job.

    even last night, during Paddington 2, something that had nothing to do with the innerworkings of my gig, there i was trying to figure out how to be better at it as that cute little bear worked out ways to handle Hugh Grant.

    i dont know why its easier to blog about uber, but it is. and this blog could be 100% that.

    i also dont know why i never think about uber on my down time.

    but i dont.

    maybe it’s because i already know im the best in the world at it.

    no question.

    no offense.

  2. Wednesday, January 17, 2018

    my man ryan was cruising around when he saw the most spectacular crash 

    he was waiting for his Lyft with his beautiful girlfriend when they heard this car just gunning it down the street

    he saw the headlights and the car didn’t slow down at all as it approached the median

    it hit the curb

    and

    just

    caught

    air

    flying over the entire street

    and landing in the second story of the building they were standing near.

    ‘tony i thought i was gonna die!’

    die? why?

    ‘dude every car crash i ever see in tv, the car explodes after a beat. so i grabbed my girl and we booked it about a block away.’

    when the fire dept came and didnt spray the car they walked back to the scene and there was the dude climbing out o the car and hanging by the door.

    “GET BACK INSIDE” my man ryan yelled.

    “FIVE-OH” the kids screamed, alerting the drunk driver that the authorities were arriving.

    dude got out, hung for a minute on his car’s side window, dangled, then finally allowed himself to fall into the flower patch.

    then he ran.

    ryan told me he thought about running after him but his girlfriend said, “no baby. don’t leave me here.”

    so ryan pulled out his Chinese star from his front pocket,

    calculated the wind,

    and right before he let it fly, the police tackled the dude.

    “RYAN!” his girlfriend said, “i thought we had agreed you weren’t going to carry that around any more.”

    he blushed.

    oh yeah. he said, smiling.

  3. Monday, January 15, 2018

    happy mlk day 

    this is a picture of MLK

    and his daughter Yolanda

    in their backyard.

    One of my favorite baseball players was Hank Aaron​ who in his book “I Had a Hammer”

    wrote that when he was a teenager he never dreamt of playing in the Major Leagues

    because at that time Blacks were not allowed to play.

    Hank is still alive

    and a member of the MLB Hall of Fame.

    Which shows you how quickly

    beautiful dreams

    you didn’t even know you had,

    can come true.

    imagine the things today’s teenagers

    can’t even conceive themselves achieving today

    due to a plethora of man-made rules

    rooted in bizarre and old school reasons

    like race or sex or religion.

    And then think how much better life will be

    when we destroy those artificial boundaries that hold tomorrow’s heroes back

    like they’re held back today.

  4. Friday, January 12, 2018
  5. Thursday, January 11, 2018

    today is ashleys birthday, shes omg how old? 

    was she the first person i ever met from the internet?

    i think so.

    life is such a weird and wonderful thing that i dont know what advice id have for my kids if i had them.

    i would say try thing, pray a lot, and learn how to judge people by their hearts.

    we can get distracted a lot by how pretty some people are, or how fancy their cars are, or how well they speak foreign languages

    but one thing they teach you in little league football is “if youre trying to tackle someone, aim at their belly button, dont get faked out by their arms or head or eyes.”

    ashley and i chatted a lot on the now ancient AOL instant messenger and the good thing about that is you can learn a lot about someone simply by their words. hours and hours of words.

    to me thats the same as looking into their hearts, which is why i think people fall in love with writers and authors and poets and songwriters. words are the highways to the soul. and on a thing like AIM it’s hard to fake. nowadays everyone has text messages or snapchats and you could show a picture of your infinity pool or your sixpack and if your emoji game is on point who knows what nonsense you can make others believe you are all about.

    but words on a blank screen, live, while you’re living, that’s pretty much you.

    and so when we met it was, oh yes, hi, oh your accent is funny. oh your eyes are that blue.

    oh you really do wear a cubs hat everywhere.

    ashley is pretty active on the social medias and its nice to see her be such a great mom to her little angel. it’s so nice to see that her family and extended family are just as close and happy as they seemed to be decades ago. it makes me happy because it couldn’t have happened to a nicer person. and today i hope she has a great birthday.

  6. how do you prove you’re creative 

    how do you show someone you’re the one

    how do you say im a great leader but im also good on a team

    what if you show them a goal where its you and four of them

    and they say but wheres your teammates?

    can you say my teammates are in my heart?

    can you say my teammates passed me the puck?

    can you say my teammates are the wind beneath my wings?

    how do you do anything if you think about it so much?

    yogi berra was in this terrible slump and his manager casey stengel was all, yogi do this

    then his teammate mickey mantle said, yo yogi try this

    then his other teammate billy martin said, pizan why arent you doing this?

    so yogi went to the plate and struck out.

    he moped back to the dugout and before anyone could say anything he yelled

    I CANT THINK AND HIT AT THE SAME TIME!

    how do you tell them you could always hit

    how do you tell them the luck in your life has always been your great teams

    not your hits?

    and your wins were always shared experiences that you loved loved loved

    which is why youre still friends with everyone.

  7. Wednesday, January 10, 2018

    hi innernet, did you miss me? 

    yeah me neither.

    stopped by my man dave’s pad last night with amber and we were chit chatting for a little. his boys were even more adorable than they are on instagram.

    funniest thing happened though. one of them was laughing at me holding this giant sword. the thing was almost as tall as he is.

    and he was waving it at me laughing.

    then he did the best thing, he started pretending the sword was a rifle.

    i was all, are you shooting me with your sword?

    he laughed harder and shook his head.

    Yes! Pew Pew Pew.

    then the other one goes, now imma shoot you wif my gun!

    and he runs and retrieves this giant Batmobile.

    i say thats not a gun thats a car.

    he says not any more and he clicks a button and two missiles rocket out at me, clipping my arm.

    remind me to get one of those blood packs the next time i visit them to freak them out.

    such sweet kids. so much energy. so many hot wheels.

    as we were leaving they were fighting each other a little. i asked the older one, does your little brother ever win?

    he said, no, he kwhys.

    i said all my ex girlfriends used that technique on me.

    and it works.

  8. Sunday, January 7, 2018

    what do i want in life? 

    i want people to be happy.

    i hear a lot of stories. i dont consider myself a very good listener. but for some reason people want to tell me things.

    i hear a lot about how bad peoples childhoods were. or how bad certain moments were. and those traumatic moments stuck with them in a more dramatic way than their happy moments.

    when i think of my childhood i think about riding my bike anywhere i wanted, being an all-star shortstop with a huge afro, getting walter paytons autograph in the nicest way, playing the saxamaphone and then drums, roller skating, kissing diane and her sister heather at the same party

    swimming, playing tennis, golfing in a giant field, sledding, running, jumping, climbing, reading, listening to the radio

    the only negative thing i can think of is not being able to watch the 1975 all star game because i didnt want to eat my vegetables.

    so when i hear some of the truly messed up stuff that some people tell me it makes me so sad because childhood should not be like that

    but adulthood shouldnt be like that either.

    i hear some stories about that too.

    and im like seriously?

    i dont think it’s that hard to be nice to each other.  even when i am at my most frustrated, i try to find an angle where we can both agree and then work from there.

    the reason i am giving up fighting on the internet with strangers about politics is not that its a waste of time, because i dont think it its

    but i do think that communication is one of humans’ superpowers and i dont think God wants us to use that elusive miracle

    creativity

    to insult each other.

    i think he wants us to use creativity for cooler goals.

    i’ll let you know how that turns out.

  9. got these girls from american somoa 

    beverly hills. outside of the drug store.

    do you know how expensive everything is around here? they asked.

    i laughed.

    i said, you might be in the most expensive square mile in all of the usa.

    they argued that maui might be right up there too, but they didn’t expect what they just had seen on Rodeo Drive.

    i said, i think of it more as an art project. a game. a huge fakeout ballet.

    we will put these things here and see if someone actually does the thing.

    like when some guy developed a $1,000 iphone app, back when apps were just starting.

    for a grand all it did was show an image of a gem and if you clicked it, these words appeared

    i am rich, i deservd it, i am healthy and successful.

    apple took it down after a day.

    but in that day eight people bought it.

    we drove and i told them about how to ride the bus, where Santee Alley is, and where they should stay in Las Vegas, which was their next destination.

    about half way through the ride i turned the heater on even though it wasnt very cold.

    they thanked me the most for that.

    and tipped me two dollars.

  10. Friday, January 5, 2018

    fakers always quit 

    theres a youtube celebrity jackass named Logan Paul who fell into the trap of

    instead of shining his fleeting light on others

    chose to constantly try to one-up himself by being more and more obnoxious

    and extreme

    than all the other youtube jackasses including his jackass brother.

    he did it by visiting japan and instead of showing his millions of fans

    the beauty and culture and magic of the island

    he instead took a walk inside the Sea of Trees

    otherwise known as the Suicide Forest

    which his cameras caught living up to its name.

    when he posted the deceased hanging from a tree, the internet backlash was quick and sure.

    it roundly called the 20something Paul an asshole

    and he shot a video apologizing and then said he was going to take a little break from posting on youtube.

    which, to me, proves that he is a faker.

    a real youtube star never abandons his post.

    did Tolstoy stop writing novels when his life got hard?

    did Woody Allen stop making films?

    not even death could stop 2Pac from rolling out hits, but Logan Paul,

    the moment he becomes actually interesting

    BY CUTTING THE BULLSHIT AND BEING REAL

    logs off like a bitch.

    this process that he is going through of wrestling between

    Should I Stop Being A Clown

    and

    When Can I Go Back To Being a Worthless Clown

    if done in a realistic manner, could be beneficial to the viewer and youtuber alike.

    Van Gogh painted through this problems, not because of money money money

    but because he was a painter.

    all of these people who quit doing the thing that they allegedly are omg soooo awesome at

    to me, seem like they were only in it for the money.

    which is the most jackassy thing to be in it for.