for serial killers.
Rule #1: After you murder your wife and kids, don’t “hide” in your mom’s backyard. That’s so, like, juvenile.
Rule #2: I know it’s hard to resist the charm of Citrus Heights, but don’t “hide” in the same town that you committed you’re heinous crimes.
Rule #3: If you’re going to carry around a map of a city where you’re more likely to get away with murder, think Modesto.
but weren’t you 29 last year?
for the first time since high school. the best part was the steam room. i sweated so quickly, like after only 3 minutes i was soaking. i loved feeling the room drop little pellets of water on me. i love the heat. i thought it would help relax my suddenly awake muscles but on the way to the bus stop i could barely run after the big red Rapid. so i had to wait for another one.
took it to la cieneaga, transfered to an orange one for about three blocks and went to a press screening of Jeepers Creepers, which by entertainment law, i cannot talk about till tomorrow.
spent the night with rene. shes got such a hot bod. some people wish they could teach the world to sing, i wish i could teach hot chicks to appreciate their hot bods. it was good to rest my sore back on her ultra soft bed. and thank God she had a vicodin.
took the 21 down Santa Monica to 18th Street and walked up to Wilshire. dont tell anyone but i miss Santa Monica like alot alot. took my DNA test which consisted of a polaroid, a fingerprint, and four swabs of my saliva from inside my mouth (fascinating!). and then took the Rapid back to work. Not many Rapid stops in Santa Monica, so i hoofed it about a mile cuz i just cant stand still at bus stops, even with a healing lower back. thank God she had one more vicocin this morn.
always be good to your ex’s cuz one day they will be very good to you.