when i was leaving nyc i was all blown away by the apple and i was thinking shit these people are so much realer than the west coast fakers, but then at the party i was surrounded by all my friends and i was all these people are super real and fun and funny and smart.
but who am i kidding, ive lived in cali for twenty years, i aint going anywhere.
right now we’re having the worst weather that you can imagine for an october which means its overcast and drizzly but even the drizzle is stony-lazy looking at the stars homes as it hangs in the air.
and i never knew how much i missed the palm trees which makes any scene look a thousand times better. theyre like christmas lights or glitter that way.
yesterday a girl who looked nearly exactly like anna kournikova came over and looked through my birthday booty and was all omg the office – two seasons worth! and wanted to watch them with me until she found the two joints that someone had given me and she asked if i was still on the pipe.
theyre still perfectly rolled, i said. so no.
and she examined them closely, shutting her eyes as she smelled one of them, fascinated by the expert technique.
lets smoke one she said bouncing up and skipping over to my computer closet where i was clicking through all the pics of madonna clubhopping in nyc this weekend.
no baby that stuff doesnt work on me any more, you can have it if you want, but leave me one behind just incase.
just incase she asked.
yeah just incase i have a guest over who wants some or just incase i get a hankering for something one day or just incase pink floyd sets up in my kitchen. dont they have just incase in russia?
apparently they dont because she lit up that jay quick and held it in and coughed and ran over to the front door to blow it out the window.
baby baby baby!!!! i said. dont do that.
shesh do you want to advertise to my neighbors that theres weed in this house? i asked.
no i thought you wouldnt want the smoke in the house.
when have i ever complained about smoke in my house?
she so cute.
i guess all girls are cute topless with nothing but a tennis skirt on and a ponytail.
looking sad like theyve done something wrong.
so i said come here, sit on my lap.
which she did.
and i took the smoking joint from her hand and i inhaled
motioned to her to bend her cute mouth next to mind
exhaled into her
and then watched 60 minutes
then the world series
she asked why do the umpires suck so bad this season
and before i fell asleep on her shoulder i said mwmwmwmwm
and this morning she wrote me a note before i awoke that said i should have $1 shipping for all autographed copies of Stiff until the end of the month
and you know i always listen to the ladies, so consider it done.