why the internet was created
why the internet was created
today things were so much simpler
the summer wind blew a little kid’s empty saltine wrapper over the bike path, tumbling across the lush green lawn and nearly into the koi pond before i had a chance to step on it for the little dickens so he could recycle it into his backpocket
which a cartwheel easilly freed.
danielle was scooping out some yogurt complaining that shes going to go mary-kate on my ass and stop eating entirely because shes fat and almost before she could finish her sentence i had popped her good in the thigh
as is our deal for whenever she begins blabbering the ridiculous.
she grabbed her bare leg and laughed and said “good one” acting every bit the masochist that she probably is
although she claims the contrary.
my cell phone vibrated in my pocket and i saw that it was anna kournikova who has blown me off so many times ive lost count.
last time we were supposed to do something she blew me off to console her best friend who was having issues with her boyfriend who was spotted having outdoor public sex with a known strip tease artist
ive seen this womans work and artist is justified in describing her
but all the ladies in the house went omg ewwwwww! a stripper!
and convinced anna that she had to tell her friend that she was going to have to confront the little romeo that the free ride was ending.
and then they talked about how they saw him at Deep, the club at hollywood and vine that nobody goes to anymore because it’s so 2002 with its velvet ropes, skanky hos dancing in the ceilings and walls, and $10 amstel lights.
“i swear to you anna he was doing coke right there at the bar.”
which in certain circles is worse than cheating.
i wouldnt know those circles
all my friends are deeply religious.
so anna turned to me and told me that she had to break our date last night to watch Outfoxed, the fabulous new documentary about how Fox News is slanted blah blah blah. i have it on dvd.
i said, why not tell your friend tomorrow so we can play tonight.
she said, if she has sex with that dirty boy and catches something i would never be able to live with myself.
i said, if theyre having protected sex then everything should be cool.
she said, she’s on the pill and thinks hes being loyal.
i looked at her.
she said, i know i know.
and i said, fine, but it means that we wont see each other for a week cuz im sure you’ll be consoling her for at least that long and she nodded her head and i knew i shoulda banged her in her range rover last week when i had a chance.
when i called her last night she filled me in, telling me that she told her friend about the drugs but not the sex.
“i thought you Had to tell her about the sex so she wouldnt catch something?” i said.
“i didnt have the heart,” she said. “plus shes so distraught that he is a cokehead that she cant even think about sex.”
who are these people you might ask.
fuck if i know, i might reply.
even in the throws of 9/11 i could have gotten it on with the right woman. in fact isnt that how we kept the terrorists from winning? dont tell me you didnt do your part for the country.
so there i was. alone again. pretty much lied to. nobody getting any in all of LA. all cuz one stupid ass cheated on his girl and fucked it up for all of us.
she could tell i was disappointed, and called me back minutes after we hung up.
“i really want to be with you tony. Really. but cheating on enrique makes me cry.”
then dump him i said.
“you know i cant do that.”
all these people who Can’t do certain things. things they know are the right things to do. Can’t stop driving down dead ends. Can’t stop bad relationships that aren’t in the slightest bit full. Can’t tell boyfriends the truth. Can’t stop the devil from saying, “i know hes a loser but tony is a player and since you cant hate the player hate the game.”
so when the little kid saw his forgotten saltines wrapper taking flight near the koi pond it took everything for me not to push him into the water as i passed by.
but i did it anyway.