we had just eaten, so we were full
but what else do you expect us to do when the Pizza Man rings his bell
on a summer afternoon
i wanted some lemonade and pizza man has some good fresh squeezed stuff
but its pink.
men dont want pink
hey how do you make the lemons turn pink anyhows, one guy asked.
you dont wanna know, pizza man said.
sure we do i said.
he opened up the back of his truck and there they were
pink people wiping sweat off each other
and squeezing it into the jug.
happy? pizza dude asked.
so happy, i said.
ordered two cups
and knew exactly where i was gonna deliver it to.
there was a time when all i wore was Vision Street Wear
there was a time when it was the coolest ever.
you could get it at Venice Beach.
even the rip off tshirt place had fake versions of it
the same way they sell fake Coach bags and fake Rolexes
imagine that, fake skateboard tshirts.
jlo got mad this weekend that i was blogging about her
so she said
pretend that my name is rihanna
i was all cats outta the bag baby
and she gave me that look. that PR look.
so i was all, ok ri ri
and we went back to playing Uno
and sipping on mimosas.
later i went hiking with her bff, the yoga teacher.
like me, j,
i mean ri
is not the type that gets jealous
just dont do anything a real blog would retweet
she said sweetly.
even though i nearly choked on my mini muffin