today xTx came out with another book

xtxher last book was the best book i read that year

so im sure this book will be the best book i read this year, which is why i bought it

and why you should too.

xTx is like quentin tarantino of writing stuff down, it’s at times brutal, and often beautiful.

there are very few people who i think, i might never write as good as them,

xTx is at the top of that list, and i heart her for that because i know she must practice a lot.

she inspires me to keep blogging and maybe one day write another book, not so that i can compete with her but so i can break out of whatever shell the devil has convinced me to walk into.

the good Lord wants us to write. that was the message ive gotten from xTx’s stories. He wants us to write because when we do we show the world that even though we look like the typical next door neighbor, we are filled with amazing insights and fascinating lies.

we remind the world that the world is more than the world. it’s four dimentional

the fourth wall being a waterbed

and it’s heated.

xTx reminds us that the days are going to pass anyhow, may as well be working on something, particularly something interesting and powerful. i ordered her book this afternoon and it was the easiest purchase i made next to buying kitty litter: it’s an of course.

very few things in life are like that that doesnt involve poop.

sometimes i feel like im living in the dumbest country in the world

narbonnei watch politics. i see people drive. i watch who gets married to each other.

people cray.

been cray since the garden where God said if you eat this and you’ll die and they listened to the snake instead.

but youd think that in the world of education, you know, the schools, people be less cray.

but no. they bone their students, they do gross things to cookies and make kids eat it, they resist against putting healthy foods in the cafeterias

and now, today as a matter of fact, some brainiacs decided to punish an excellent girls basketball team

BECAUSE THEY HAD THE NERVE TO TURN THE LETTERS AND NUMBERS ON THEIR JERSEYS PINK TO RAISE CANCER AWARENESS.

Narbonne High School’s girls basketball team won’t get its hard-earned shot at an L.A. City Section Open Division championship this weekend, all because it decided to “Think Pink” with its uniforms in its semifinal win.

The L.A. City Section announced Monday that Narbonne would forfeit its 57-52 semifinal win Saturday over View Park and be immediately removed from the playoffs because the team wore pink letters and numbers on their jerseys.

Narbonne had been scheduled to face Palisades in the City final on Saturday night.

how cold-hearted do you have to be to do that to a group of girls who obviously had no advantage over their opponents by having pink letters and numbers?

how ignorant to Life and Death must you be to punish girls, instead of rewarding them, for doing something unselfish and beautiful?

they always say, “think about the kids” or “what do i tell my kids about this?”

heres what you tell your kids:

some people are fucking assholes who hate themselves

and take it out on others

and will be disqualified from Heaven if they keep this shit up.

that’s what you tell them.

because im a gazillion, ive bought several cars over the yrs

benza saturn right outta college

then an explorer

then a two seater quasi sports car that i gave to this poor black kid, which i just remembered

d’monde was his name. that car smelled funny. not bad, but just funny. so fast.

then i rode the bus for years and years.

i dated some of the prettiest girls during that time, and started this very blog.

for some reason waited until i was canned till i bought a nissan from yr pal ken, a sentra,

and then gave that to americas sweetheart, danielle, down in san dieger because she was broke and i wasnt

bought a brand new tits out camaro ss fully loaded because mid life not-so-crisis.

traded that in for the uber mobile ford

and then yesterday traded that for some german engineering, also for uber

but as far as the xbi thinks, for them.

they love benzes in hollywood because they blend in.

theyre begging me not to transfer the vanity plates but i dont work for them no matter what they say.

they’re promising me so much money if i just end the joke of an undercover agent telegraphing to the world that we’re right there.

it would be like if an unmarked cop car had a license plate that said police on it.

but crooks are dumb, as has been proven zillions of times, and half of them dont even know who the xbi is

any more.

which is another thing the xbi loves.

and even though this ride is a step back technologically, navigationally, gas mileagely, and back seat actioney,

it is nice to be lower to the ground and hear a damn engine again.

desperately need the rear view camera fixed though because i got spoiled actually knowing how close i am to the car behind me is when im parallel parking.