nothing in here is true

  1. Monday, August 31, 2020
  2. Sunday, August 30, 2020

    i cant pay attention to anything for very long 

    how do you do it?

    my mind is clicking, zipping, changing channels.

    do you know how many ideas i have?

    when i was in college i was in a poetry class. the nice teacher had a rule: you had to meet with her 2x after class throughout the semester.

    the first time i went in there i said, i love your class. she said youre a very good writer. i said thank you! she said but you’re barely getting a B minus. i said, thats actually higher than i usually get in school.

    she asked, well hopefully your final will improve your grade. is there anything you wanna talk about?

    i said, yes, i have just written a 15 page poem about a girl i made out with over summer vacation. and i would like you to help me with the structure because it changes tempos and styles on every page like a crazy person.

    and i gave her a rough draft of The Stamp which, among other things, tries to explain why time flies when youre having fun.

    she sat there and read it and laughed and took a red pen to some of the first few pages, but then put it down on page 3 and just read.

    when she was done she said, tony i want to ask you something. you halfway through your junior year. there is an exclusive college that i normally teach in where there are no grades, no tests, no finals.

    you could write as many 15 page poems you want and not have to worry about B minuses or C plusses.

    but it will take you a quarter or two for the approval process to allow you in.

    would you be interested in staying at ucsb for two more years with no grades, or would you like to spend the next year and half with grades?

    i said, before i answer that, i have a question for you. you say this is the college of creative studies.

    i have always wondered about creativity, i said.

    she perked up.

    i asked, does it go away as you get older? most of my favorite musicians seem to lose their magic after their first few albums.

    she said, it never goes away if you practice.

    i said

    and she said, not tom waits not elvis costello not bob dylan not coletrane or miles not bach

    and i would wager, tony pierce will be writing epic love poems until he dies.

    that teacher still follows me on facebook and that may be the greatest gift of all.

  3. Saturday, August 29, 2020

    do you know how long ive been doing this? 

    writing to you? whoever you are?

    telling you the news of the day. the thoughts in my head? my dreams my wishes my annoyances?

    when i was in high school i started a diary. it turned into three or four.

    it would have been interesting if this blog was like that:

    “today dawn colvin winked at me. blew my mind.”

    “today the Cubs lost. those bastards!”

    yesterday the Black Panther died.

    people are sad. and they should be. even though he had been struggling with cancer for years, very few knew about it.

    43 years old.

    it makes you wonder about all the other people who are fighting actual fights.

    not just twitter battles.

    not just road rage bickerings.

    not just bad neighbors doing weird parking maneuvers during a pandemic.

    but real life shit.

    shit that would scare the hell out of you if you paid attention.

    i cant stop paying attention.

    im locked in.

  4. Friday, August 28, 2020

    today Black Panther died 

    he was also Jackie Robinson, James Brown and Thurgood Marshall.

    chadwick boseman sure seemed like the most unassuming movie star of them all.

    quiet, low-key, reserved.

    maybe it was because he had cancer in him for the last four years and maybe he always knew it was going to end in his mid 40s

    or maybe he was just the essence of cool.

    of all the Avengers was there anyone who walked so softly?

    and of all the movies he made, did you ever go into any of them saying, oh yeah this one is going to knock it out of the park?

    and yet they all did.

    his reward? a couple MTV Movie Awards,  an NAACP Image Award


    he got to kiss Lupita

    rest in peace my man.

    2020 sure is a trip.

  5. Thursday, August 27, 2020

    i grew up with mad magazine 

    before that Dynamite

    i read the paper every day because of my babysitter. her husband got it.

    lots of people i know got it.

    or take it as they say.

    we used to take the paper but they kept throwing it in the bushes

    sometimes my paper ends up in the tree.

    it’s a short tree so i kind of like it.

    if they could get it in that tree every morning id be stoked.

    somehow i made it through the republican convention.

    it wasnt as funny as i expected, but it had its moments.

    amber kissed me every time someone lied and

    that made everything go down a little smoother.

    tomorrows friday and my goal is to work all day

    so on monday i dont have to kill myself.

    after mad i got into Crazy a little

    never national lampoon.

    but then came Creem

    and finally Spin.

    the greatest.

  6. Tuesday, August 25, 2020

    everyone says talking to strangers online is a waste of time 

    but im not so sure.

    first off, lots of the people i dont like

    would never talk to people on say twitter

    especially using their own names.

    and who wants to be like the people you dont like?

    also how are you going to know about people unless you talk with them?

    i have had a great time at Los Angeleno because ive been able to talk with people all over town and they have surprised me every time.

    that time i met a couple trump supporters in south LA

    that time i had a hard time finding anyone happy that their street got turned into Obama Blvd.

    and that time i couldnt find one Uber driver in the whole, crowded LAX rideshare lot who wanted to be an employee of Uber. they said theyd rather quit.

    today i wrote about a guy who is a super famous tiktoker who is raking in millions and has handed out pizza to Black Lives Matter protesters, and even built a school in Bali for 200 kids.

    and as above, when you talk to people they’ll tell you surprising things.

    or at least it surprises me.

    this guy says that when he started, after just a few videos, since nobody really clicking his stuff, he was going to quit.

    he was going to go home and live with his mom in nyc.

    but he was so broke he didnt have enough money to go home.

    so as he saved up what he was earning at his dumb job,


    and as that fateful church street chinese restaurant fortune cookie once said

    a flower blooms brightest right before it dies.

    and one of the videos he put up when he just didnt give a crap about any more

    went viral.

    for some reason it took me weeks and weeks to put that story together.

    i was blocked. so blocked.

    for two weeks my car has been in the shop.

    i have zero distractions.

    why would i be blocked to tell a sweet tale about a very nice man?

    i just was.

    sometimes theres no answer for it.

    sometimes you just are.

    so imma transcribe this next piece right now

    if i dont get distracted talking to the people.

  7. Sunday, August 23, 2020

    dear tony, what do you do about racists? 

    junior highmama mia

    for a long time i tried to ignore them.

    i tried to believe that some people are mean and some people just sometimes act mean.

    i guess i felt like in this modern world, surely people are smart enough to know whats racist and whats not and they wouldnt act racist to your face.

    but either something changed when Trump got elected and they were emboldened or i had just given them more credit than they deserve.

    because i am a child of God i dont back down.

    i dont think God wants his kids to cower. he wants us to be brave and strong and reflect his coolness — even when we dont feel those things ourselves.

    so i dont block them on twitter or facebook or wherever , and if they engage with me, ill engage right back.

    if this was the basketball court and two guys showed up talking crazy racist smack, why would you leave? play them. beat them. talk the whole time. run your mouth, make your moves, show them the Black excellence they obviously showed up to witness.

    but win. definitely win.

    same goes for using words online or in person or wherever.

    how is a racist gonna beat me, a person who has written poems and novellas and countless news and opinion articles on the basketball court of Words?

    on this blog alone there are over 12,000 posts. how are the ignorant who can barely spell gonna beat me in a tweet or a facebook comment?

    use your words.

    how do i deal with racists? racists are not my problem.

    the demons in my head are.

    the ones who say you cant do this or youre too old to do this or that or youre too fat to do this or that or youre not enough this or not enough that.

    racists are small potatoes.

    small, soft, delicious starch in the Chunky Soup of life.

    dunk on them every time and when they’re panting, sweating, and broken, buy them a Coke like the child of God you are.

  8. Saturday, August 22, 2020

    had a good day, which is rare lately 

    children of the future, the masked woman on the right is Cher

    probably the first armenian american superstar. oscar and grammy winning fashionista.

    she wants to save the post office.

    we tried to volunteer this week.

    they wouldnt let her.

    so she went down to the post office with signs and started a little rally.

    she wasnt thrilled with the turnout so she went on Twitter and said, lets do it again next week.

    so i took this picture and i put it on the Los Angeleno twitter and this troll started trying to troll me.

    but my middle name is howdareyou and i gave him the whats for. and because Cher was tagged on it she eventually saw it and made a little joke about one of my tweets and that pretty much made my day. my week even.

    then amber came home with burritos. then we got the AC to work. then everyone took showers and then we watched a little of the Wire. and then we held hands in bed and said sweet things to each other.

    and as i was saying sweet things to her she passed out.

    but i kept saying things.

    first i listed all the girls i had kissed in my apartment.

    its been 20 years and i look like a runway model so you can only imagine how long that went on for.

    then i said alexa turn off the lights

    but i couldnt go to sleep. it was only 1am. last night i didnt get to sleep till 6.

    so i went into the living room and played with the baseball cards.

    played with the cats.

    watched a guy catch baseballs at the all star game.

    and thanked the Good Lord for my good life.

    no ride is fun if its just straight and normal and without any thing to take yr breath away.

    tomorrow i finish this thing ive been slaving over for a month.

    sometimes it takes a while.


  9. Wednesday, August 19, 2020

    today did not suck 

    there are good people in the world.

    i met a man whose wife is in charge of all the busses in LA

    i told him i am busblog

    i said i would love to interview yr wife if shes down

    later he told me my car would cost thousands to fix.

    i said look, if she doesnt want to be interviewed

    just tell her those of us who ride the busses and subways

    say thanks

    we love it.

    then i showed him my Obama tap card.

    he had never seen it before.

    i said that was a genius thing that came out of her department.

    they should make more.

  10. amber is having a worse day than me right now 

    i have this crazy idea

    when things are going bad and the bad thoughts are echoing in your mind,

    you have to give yourself a little break.

    i think if you have been obsessing all day, then at night you should watch a happy movie

    or anything that will bring you happiness.

    so all morning and afternoon she has been having a bad day

    one thing after another.

    so much drama.

    so i was all, hey i will listen to all of that, but how about when the sun goes down we put that aside because i am in the middle of craziness right now too.

    so she went into the kitchen

    sat on the floor, tears in her eyes.

    my girl cat ran to her and cuddled with her,

    and amber said, fine, after you get back from the mechanic we can watch a movie.

    i was all GREAT!

    cuz we havent seen many movies lately together.

    and she said, we can watch Roots.