when i called my mom she said YOU GOT SHOT?
i was all, YES BUT THOSE DIRTY COPPERS WILL NEVER GET ME.
it was not a long wait. i wrote about it for my medium blog.
i met a bunch of people because i was in the best mood and we were all stuck together.
and when it was over, on my way to my car, i nearly cried out of sudden relief
all of this had built up in me.
probably in you too.
all of this angst and fear OF DEATH and this fucked up invisible hatchet man who seemed to arrive in people’s lungs with no rhyme nor reason
we see all these jackholes vacationing and partying and running around with no mask
and for all we can tell they dont get sick.
then you hear about this one or that one who “did everything right” and either they get it and die or get it and feel so lucky not to die.
i got a burrito at Tacos Arizas got home and soon became very sleepy and passed out in my robe.
was it relief? was it the drug? was it the angels saying go have super weird dreams as lana del rey goes through an hour of material?
the company bought 666 pairs of Nikes, added some words and colors to it
put a drop of human blood in the sole
and called it the Lil Nas X Satan Shoe.
Nike is suing, which I can’t understand, because you can bedazzle a pair of jeans and sell them on ebay
you can customize a Vette and sell it for more
why can’t you do that to a dumb pair of shoes?
this woman on Twitter broke the lawsuit down beautifully:
i thought i had kicked this last week but here it is.
i was off to a good start yesterday but it was 80 degrees so i took a walk and kept walking because LA is fantastic.
ate two tacos: shrimp, fish.
drank an orange crush because im 9.
kept walking then was involved in a high level business call that included the words, “offer letter”
i said dont rush on that. hes such a nice person i dont know if the ideas im giving him are as good as he’s reactions are or if he’s just nice.
but we talked for two hours, which is an hour less than last time and he lives near zulieka so if i get the job maybe i can share a grilled cheese with her.
then it was time for dinner.
the other night i poured a can of minestrone in a pot and added beyond beef sausage, avocados and peas. by some miracle there was leftovers. dinner.
then moxie called with a lot of questions including the dreaded word: podcast.
that thing could either make me a million or ruin my life entirely.
a six year podcast. who wants that? i dont even have the attention span to watch an entire music video without going for my phone. how am i going to be committed to a 6 year project?
the only way i can even fathom it is by convincing myself that after a year it will have become so popular that people will be throwing themselves at me to tell me what to do next and heres a whole lotta money to do it.
i really need a microphone.