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when I first was taken there it was love at first sight

There were no lights.

There were more versions of green than Eskimos have for snow.

Even though I was but a lad, I was offered a beer.

By a man carrying two cases of ice cold Old Style by a leather strap over his shoulders.

A sole organ provided the musical accompaniment.

If your mom gave you $10 you could get a bleacher seat for $3, a beer for $5 and a hot dog for $2

All the games were on free tv, WGN, channel 9.

Nowadays everything’s different.

But somehow no matter all the creative ways that everyone’s tried to ruin it, the magic and spirit and soul remains in that very unique park.

Happy birthday, Wrigley Field,

The last great ball park where the games would have to stop when the sun went down.

May the sun forever find it’s way on your ivy.

He was all I want to write her a love poem.

I stopped at the light, kept my head looking forward and said you don’t wanna write any love poem.

Yes I do. YES I DO! He laughed knowing that he did wanna write not just one but many.

Dude, chicks don’t like love poems.

Why not?

Because they come from spazzes like us. Only time they’d actually want one is from some lunkhead who couldn’t write a good one in the first place.

Are you suggesting we start ghostwriting? He asked. Because if you are, I’m down.

I didn’t tell him no because back in the day the love poem market was sweet.

something happened somewhere. might have been my fault. probably was.

computer’s broke. going to the apple store tonight to see what can be done about it.

heat probs, im guessing. me getting a chinese power adapter might not have helped.

or putting it on my bed blanket every night while thinking of things to write to you probs didnt help.

we’re all just marching to our doom, arent we? probs.

at least we have iphones to write to each other with though.

hi.

What a great time

The food was good, the craft beer delicious

Lorde seemed greatful and twitchy

The Pixies as always seemed bored

And I still have no love for queens of the Stone Age

Or muse.

I ran into old friends I didn’t expect to see

I saw the replacements who were better than I thought they’d be

The beer and food were good

And now I’m walking home cuz I’m cray

and the sweetest cambridge audio iphone speaker box thats now discontinued and slippers and sunglasses

and fruits and vegetables and whole grain coffee and crystals and dream catchers and external battery packs

and golf clubs to go with our free in-garage golf cart and a point n shoot camera and its battery charger

and iphone 5 lightning cables and tshirts and hoodies and lotion and blood pressure pills a kite and a scarf

but i forgot pajama bottoms, vodka, and google chrome

Chris and I drove out tonight instead of tomorrow mostly bc I had to get my ticket from will call. Tomorrow.

But while we were at the gate of the condo they wouldn’t let us in because we are on the list for tomorrow not today. Chris knows we are paying for tonight but bc it was last minute the company prob didn’t put us on the list.

So he said can you let us in at midnight? Technically that’s tomorrow. She said yes.

I noticed will call was open till 2. So we drove over. I stood in line for 5 minutes while blogging this. And now I’m registering my wristband.

This is exactly how Jimi Hendrix imagined.

steve coulter got to run errands for them in isla vista

and i got to interview them – twice

the replacements are the greatest band to only attract 100 people to the coachella stage at coachella

and they’ll probably never get invited back, but who cares

hopefully the tractor trailer of money that goldenvoice paid them to make their rickety slo-mo reunion tour of sorts swing thru palm springs

a place people retire

could fill the now forgotten metrodome.

i love this band so much im paying crazy amounts of money and passing up better offers to do dumber things.

if i was barack obama id give paul and tommy medals of freedom

and put a picture of bob stinson on the three dollar bill.

i cant believe i get to see them again tomorrow after too too long.

god bless rock.

this is the 101 freeway at vermont. the hollywood freeway. almost always packed. never beautiful.

until today.

today was the day that you decided that no matter what

you were gonna find the beauty in the situation and it’s chocolatey creamy center:

the love.

the love of the 101 is it gets you from downtown to the valley and if you want up through santa barbara

santa cruz, frisco, eureka and up into oregon.

if i had an adventurous girlfriend id say baby pack yr overalls we’re gonna see what the 101 has to offer.

and we’d probably just end it in isla vista

but sometimes it’s the bad idea that counts.

and im here for all yr bad idea needs.

my favorite car wash has the most interesting technique, BEFORE you go into the machine wash deal,

one, sometimes two dudes soap up yr ride and then spray it off before they send you through the thing

then as its rinsing they might squirt a little stream at yr backside to make sure everythings gone

you give em a few extra bucks but it dont matter: the $6 wash, $8 with tip is always top notch

its at the chevron across the street from the chevron on beverly and la brea

just two blocks from quentin tarantinos movie theatre.

tell em merle sent ya

the cats love me now for some reason. maybe cuz i was gone a few days and they starved.

one of them tries to meow but its in a different language, like maybe hes deaf. its almost a chirp.

the other cats look down on him for it, but omg hes so happy when i get home. he runs ahead of me like a dog

climbs up my stairs, jets into my house and later remembers hes supposed to be afraid of me for some reason

(cuz im black) and then darts back almost outside but loiters near the door.

all of these cats pretend like you cant tell em what to do, that theyre on their own schedule

but only one of us has the 50 cent an ounce cat food and it aint them.

and when it is they fight over it, but never finish it.

they all cray

went to the pharmacy the other day to get a refil on my high blood pressure pills.

xbi doesnt like the pills cuz it messes up their pee tests

they dont know whats in my body.

i was all sugar and spice and everything

they were all no, like did you smoke crack, etc

i was like

you can read my mind just esp me and i’ll tell you

but they didn’t.

they wanted unadulterated urine and i was all you sick kinky sickos

so via phone i was able to order a refill of the pills in like one minute

and schedule a time i would pick it up, and when i did, boom, there was my junk

total price $4.40

but the best part of this week was watching all the nice jewish people celebrate passover

every holiday should be a holiday. we only live once.

and how often do we really live during our lifetime?

getting drunk doesnt count, getting naked doesnt count

they do count but you can really live without going to the extremes

driving fast doesnt count,

to me it means doing stuff interestingly enough

you totally forget if you have to pee.

cubs got swept today

jeanine didnt call me

danielle did

played lana del rey for these 15 year olds.

they talked like they didnt even hear it.