it’s yours for the taking.
we want hamburgers with hotdogs and potato chips on it.
there was a time when you couldnt go to a drive thru and say I WANT THE NUMBER 27 and there it was in your bag with fries and a Coke.
there was a time when blacks couldnt drink from the same water fountains as the whites. not even in Washington DC!
there was a time when there was no internet, thus there was no pornography. but Al Gore changed all that.
there was a time when Al Gore was the president but then there was a time when the Supreme Court said, geez guys, stop counting the ballots!
there was a time this very blog would get 40-50 comments on every post, like no problem.
there was a time when i could say in a post Show Me Your Pajamas and some smart alecks would ball up their onesies and take a picture
but there was also a time when someone curvy and beautiful would slink into their bippy top and busblog panties and take that picture too.
what im getting at is everything changes, mostly for the better, but there are pitfalls and booby traps and landmines and accidents
there are detours and sabotages and ecoli and brain tumors
but for every one of those there are also giant breakthroughs in technology, art, love, and rock n roll.
i know things look dire right now and the next Big Answer might not come from the USA
but odds are it will.
probs from me.
i asked her how long would this session be.
the great thing about blogging is you can change the subject whenever you want.
same with snapchat
same with insta
same with last night i was invited to the LAist Christmas party.
it was very nice of them to reach out to such an old man as me.
and it was super close to my house.
as i walked there i thought about what advice i would have for them and at the top of the list was have fun.
i like what theyre doing but i dont see the fun as much as i used to. people should have fun. especially young ppl.
when i got there i realized i didnt know what anyone looked like and for some reason i thought someone would recognize me – or my Cubs hat, but alas, no. no such thing. just lots of young people everywhere drinking, dressing well, being reasonable.
so i left, somewhat relieved, because i dont wanna tell people how to live their lives. as the Clash said in Career Opportunities “do you really wanna be a cop?”
but then i passed a bank that used to be a liquor store and i got super pissed off because it dawned on me that the bank probably owned the land and was the landlord of the liquor store and the bank probably raised the rent super high so as to kick the liquor store out and then the bank put up a bank in the spot.
so i turned around to tell the good people of LAist, this is what you should be investigating and writing about. weird ills in your hood. weird 1% nonsense like how many banks have popped up in LA over the last few years. why now? we need banks less than ever. meanwhile when was the last time you saw a liquor store in Los Feliz hurting?
i wanted to tell them that shits fucked in LA and the LA Times cant cover it all because shits fucked over there too and they just dont have the bodies. you dont have the bodies either but you have your body. you walk down the street and notice things. you have friends who see shit. talk. then research. then write it down. these skills will help you in the future. trust me. i was no straight a student. no one handed me shit.
plus i have the attention span of a
heres three movies i wanna see soon:
The Big Short
but my mom said, no my People magazine says they’re still together.
and lo, she was correct.