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  1. Friday, May 3, 2019

    shout out to amber, our personal superstar 

    two years ago she was working at an easily forgettable hotel off ventura blvd.

    she was their front desk agent of the month one month.

    one day she texted me and said, i love these people but i gotta get out of here.

    and shared with me stories of one valley drama after another.

    i told her, the waldorff just opened in beverly hills, im sure theyd love all the skills you’ve learned there and elsewhere.

    she was all, LOL, doubt it, they’re really fancy, but ok i’ll try.

    and boom she was hired as a personal concierge.

    first they put her on the grueling overnight shift. she shined. helped some famous people that are household names, who loved her. and then they placed her in the early morning shift.

    some days she stood at the front door for hours opening it and saying hi hi hi hi, other days she was on the phones, sometimes she was the bellperson carrying people’s bags, and some days she was rocking it at the front desk.

    she won best on her team a few months ago, in part because she signs people up for their rewards card, effortlessly upgrades people who want bigger and better, and is beloved by everyone from the housekeepers to the valets

    if you look on trip advisor the guests leave sweet comments about her.

    and when they return to the hotel they’ve been known to hug her

    she truly is that nice.

    but personal concierge isn’t lobby concierge, and that’s really where she shines because

    not long ago she was a lobby concierge at a different fancy hotel by the beach

    where she was the best at advising travelers and tourists and honeymooners and everyone

    about where to eat and what to do. helicopter tours? trips to catalina? nobu?

    she’s a native los angeleno which means she’s not just knowledgeable but more than helpful.

    so the other day she noticed that a different fancy hotel was looking for a lobby concierge

    and that hotel has a bunch of the top rated concierges in town.

    you can tell because when you’re awesome they give you this tough-to-get pin,

    The call it is getting your keys.

    if you saw the great Wes Anderson film, “The Grand Budapest Hotel” they spoke of

    a Society of Crossed Keys, a secret, international collection of world class concierges

    who can book you a table at the toughest restaurant,

    get you tickets to the most sold out show,

    or perform impossible feats of service from behind a podium at the highest quality hotels around the world.

    in reality there truly is an international group of concierges who actually do attempt to meet every need they are asked

    and they too have a crossed key pin

    and the next hotel that amber will be working at has about 5-6 members of that club as concierges,

    who, i am certain, will take her under their wing and teach them their tricks

    and she will share with them all the secrets she knows.

    like, for example, where to get the best ramen they’ve ever had the pleasure of known – just 10 minutes from LAX.

    oh did i bury the lede? amber applied and was accepted and starts at the new place soon.

    it has been amazing to watch her rise up the ladder and literally have her dreams come true.

    when we first started dating this is all she talked about

    and here it is.

    reach for the stars dear friends, they want to hug you!

  2. Sunday, April 7, 2019

    the good life 

    probably gonna die soon because i cant get a job, but it’s ok

    i got to see most of the best bands in the world

    ive had the greatest friends and sweetest girlfriends

    went to europe a few times, canada, mexico

    new york city.

    today amber and i went to malibu to see if the wildflowers had covered the scorched earth

    and they blanketed it with so much beauty that i was taking pictures of gorges and spillways and ditches

    everything just popping with yellows and purples and green green green until it frenched kissed mr blue sky

    like me, amber has been in LA for so much of her life that she has stories to tell around every corner

    this is where we saw a ghost. this is where i littered. this is where a girl kissed me right on the lips.

    first we went to the pch mcdonalds across the street from nobu. i wanted fries. we ended up spending $11 and giving our toy to a little boy who already had the same toy.

    he wisely traded it for a different one at the counter.

    then we went to neptunes net past county line because i wanted something in my sour stomach other than mcnuggets fries and a coke

    but my tummy said nah just kiss the girl and take pics of her in front of the motorcycles

    she had on this tight leotard and short shorts and the bikers checked her out from head to toe

    said this and that and i’ll tell you one thing about me, very little bothers me in this world when it comes to men appreciating the women im with.

    he sure looks happy i heard one say.

    i winked

    i do look happy.

    we went up kanan dune to thousand oaks and the hills were all hi hi hi hi hi

    loooooooooook at ussssssssssss!

    all sorts of greens and just 3d waves of yellow flowers probably dandelions but the tallest proudest ones ever. like jose canseco juiced em. like it was a gay parade and they were dancing on the coolest float.

    am i really gonna die? consider the dandy lions of the bu

    fire singed them and all their friends

    smoke choked them for weeks

    airplanes then slathered them in chemicals

    see how they rose from the ashes

    bettern ever

    like kanye and daft punk

    stronger

    waving to the shiny cars

    hi tony

    hi amber

    they sure looked happy

     

  3. Saturday, March 30, 2019

    theres a lot of bad in the world 

    and if you are on social media as much as i am you can start to think that the good in the world is rare

    but its not.

    good is all around us. so is love.

    the trick is you have to keep turning the dial to tune in to it.

    so often im turning the dial and i stop when something is outrageous or shocking or appalling or sad or tragic or evil or maddening. which is ok.

    but ive gotta keep turing it until i get different stations, ones about hope and happiness and selflessness and inspiration.

    i am a sponge. anything good ive done or any successes ive had are because of the people around me who have influenced me and indirectly trained me to be like them. and i bet im not alone.

    i bet lots of people hear or see things on tv or at the park or in the bar or on the bus and adopt those moments into what they consider to be reality.

    i am also a victim of ritual. for a while i was a single man. i got used to a certain pattern and a way of life. if i wanted to go on a date i would but for some reason, either by my own doing or because of bad luck it didn’t amount to much. and since i dont believe in luck, im pretty sure either i sabotaged it or picked women who i always knew wouldn’t work out for me.

    one day amber showed up and i did my best to ruin things. i kept her at arms length. i kept my feelings in a lock box and then i rowed a boat out to the horizon and tossed that box into the sea.

    but then i got a knock on the door and there it was. wet. green. seaweed hanging off it. and amber was holding it saying yo busblog i think this is for you.

    this week we had a little getaway. not too long not too short. we drove three hours and stopped. next day four hours. next day back for three hours. then back home for three hours. we talked. listened to the radio, listened to a book on tape. held hands. never fought. ate lots.

    it was healing and enlightening and so very nice. we took detours. we talked to strangers. we soaked in hot tubs and swimming pools.

    we both know im gonna get a gig soon and we wont be able to both get several days off in a row so this was the perfect time. and im so grateful. so grateful.

    be nice to your feelings. dont put it in a box. and know that just cuz you think only this person or that one will know what to do with it, know there are little surprises in life, and go with it.

  4. Thursday, March 21, 2019

    my feelings cannot be hurt, sweet girlfriend 

    my girlfriend is the best but you would think by now that she would know me but she doesn’t which is weird.

    today is her only day off this week. i said what are we gonna do, this is great, what are we gonna do? its the middle of the week we can do anything: the beach the museums a long drive a short drive the stupid bloom JUST IMAGINE ALL THE FLOWERS WE CAN INSTAGRAM

    she looked at me, put on her yoga pants and went on a walk, alone. i sniffed under my arms. my cats yawned. i got a phone call from someone who maybe wants to give me money, who knows.

    when she got back i was all, how was yoga, she said i didnt go. i just needed to walk. i said i need to walk too why —

    she said i needed to walk alone, and now i need the house for like 3 hours by myself but i didnt want to hurt your feelings.

    i said baby im xbi, they tried to rip “feelings” from me on day 1 but they couldn’t find any. she looked at me like i was crazy. i said listen

    i was the only black kid in school, pretty much from kindergarten through high school. i was also a cub fan in the middle of the longest losing streak in sports history. i also went bald. i also got a homer simpson dad bod.

    i also chose the field of writing to plant my flag. and worse, i focused on poetry in college (a college that at the time had 2% black student enrollment)

    if i had feelings, i would have turned into a puddle of tears by now.

    but look at me, im fine. i have you. i have a great car. i have the last blog on earth. and the comments are open. if i had a thin skin do you think id have had open comments since 2001?

    it’s not the things that you say to me that “hurt,” it’s not trusting me enough to say them that disappoint me.

    my blood is enriched by Truth, girl, be honest with me and i am yours forever. not only can i handle it, but in this or in any relationship, if you honestly communicate with me i can make something good from that. there is nothing to fear by saying i need to be alone for a few hours. nothing. i can get my parking permit, i can go to the movies, i can get some soul food. i can solve a crime. the options are endless and maybe i should go out in the world alone for a few hours on a nice day in LA.

    but you need to start trusting that your needs are valuable and if i can make them come true i will, happily. so off i will go.

    how much of that will she truly take to heart? who knows. but i try.

     

  5. Wednesday, February 13, 2019

    todays ambers birthday, shes 34 

    if you want to get her a gift may i recommend m&ms, peanut flavor.

    i bought her this 3 lb tub and gave it to her when we got home from the concert and by lunch the next day it was almost gone.

    that is how she is about everything. she goes full throttle on whatever she loves.

    she gets to work an hour early. sometimes earlier. when she reads a book, she tries to finish it before the day is over. when she watches a tv series she wants to see all of them.

    NEXT EPISODE! she’ll yell. and i say, no, it’s sleepytime. and she’ll say NEXT EPISODE!

    she cries at movies, she cries at concerts, she will not only wear anything you give her but she’ll find matching socks. she texts so many friends that today the texts just flowed in. all through lunch. all through game of thrones. all through the day.

    why? because her heart is pure. she knows its pure too which is why she wont answer direct questions. she tries to guess where you’re going. im like, have you seen the inside of my brain? you’re not gonna guess where im going. but the fun thing is i dont know where shes going either.

    she deserves better. she deserves a mellow prince. she deserves someone who drinks coffee. i’ll never drink coffee.

    today i was all what do you wanna do? she said. i said, a movie? she said no. i said, theres this great movie i wanna take you to, cold war. she said im gonna take a walk. when she got home she said, lets order thai and watch like 3-4 hours of game of thrones.

    i dont know about her, but i loved her birthday.

  6. Friday, January 25, 2019
  7. Saturday, January 5, 2019

    today i learned that amber really loves me 

    people say things to you every day and after a while it’s just like musical notes to you.

    it’s just things people say.

    damn you’re handsome, tony.

    omg it’s so huge, how do you…?

    i love you.

    the other day the xbi put something in my drink when i wasn’t looking and ive been painfully sick for the last few days. puking and sneezing and coughing and carrying on. i can’t really think straight.

    and even though im not supposed to go to the “regular” doctor because they might find out what’s in me, sometimes you just say fuck the xbi and you go and hope they can find it and take it out and you can go on with your so called life.

    amber hung out with some of her coworkers after work today and i texted her that i was going to urgent care and she started freaking out. WHATS WRONG? WHY ARE YOU GOING? WAIT FOR ME I WILL GO WITH YOU!

    i told her it was ok, that i was almost there already and because it was late at night it wouldn’t be long. and she called me and you could hear her voice tremble a little.

    you are supposed to be my rock, you can’t get this sick.

    i was all baby, i told you, i will do what i can, but i am not a rock. i am a sensitive poet who routinely gets fucked with by this terrible underground organization who desperately wants me to come back to them and they do the weirdest things to me. there will be days, weeks even, where i might not even be conscious. but don’t worry, they wont kill me.

    and shes all… but but.

    and im like, this is why agents dont get married or have kids. our lives are not ours.

    and then she said it and it wasn’t musical notes. it was raw and honest and it cut right through the poison racing through my veins.

    i love you tony. please come home.

    and the doctor found the thing, and looked at me and asked do you know what this is? and i said, it’s none of my business what it is. and i gave him some money and he gave me a prescription for codine cough medicine and i said… but but

    and he said, i know, but this will help you sleep tonight.

    and i got home and she cried and said

    i got you some $17 soup.

    and as hemingway would say, it was good.

  8. Tuesday, January 1, 2019

    took this girl to Ozzfest for NYE 

    at first we were gonna go at 6pm because thats when bodycount got on

    but then we were gonna have to sit through an hour of the dude from Korn before the three headliners got on

    so we got there at 9 for marilyn manson which was followed by a surprisingly pepped up rob zombie

    around 11:30pm Ozzy arrived. he did a couple of tunes but didnt wanna miss midnight so he stalled for about 5 minutes and then the countdown

    amber and i made out while i filmed whatever was happening on stage

    after a couple songs we split. we old.

    bought a bootleg shirt. drove home slow through inglewood

    then down the hill

    then across town

    then to our block

    and we sat in the car watching her year end special. which is really good.

    then game of thrones. then soup.

    then sleep.

  9. Sunday, December 16, 2018

    am i a terrible boyfriend? yes. 

    and here’s how i know. she keeps telling me, “don’t change a thing. i love you exactly how you are.”

    she doesn’t complain about the laundry that is in baskets for weeks, she doesn’t say a word about the endless newspapers that litter the bathroom floor. she never says a word about my taste in clothing or anything.

    she says stay gold ponyboy and i know what thats code for

    clearly i must rethink everything as the axe is about to fall. 

    what person in Trump’s staff has survived once sarah huckabee sanders has said “the president has full confidence in…”

    i dont even have full confidence in me.

    is this because i have been away from the office environment for so long now and i need Others around me to be happy?

    is it because my monthly stipend still hasn’t arrived and i need money to feel secure?

    is it because i have never met a woman who looked me in the eyes and said, change nothing while i was breathing garlic and morning breath on her? 

    i have never met a person who has not wanted more and/or better in their relationship, and for sure not someone in a ship with me, which is why i have such a long list of experiences.

    first order of business for Monday: toupee.

  10. Sunday, November 11, 2018

    sharif don’t like it 

    shes a nice girl. she doesnt wanna hurt no one.

    sometimes we’ll be driving and

    like today, today we were driving and she got real quiet so i put on the beastie boys book on tape

    im a book on tape fiend right now

    whats great about theirs is they have different people reading different chapters because theres close to 100 chapters and they are correct in assuming we dont wanna hear just two guys reading that big ass book

    we would much rather hear them along with the likes of ben stiller, wanda sykes, ll cool j, amy poehler, spike jonze, and wes anderson — among many others.

    so we were listening to this story about them going to england for the first time and they mention the fact that they were at mick jones’ house and right before joe strummer popped in adam yauch asked mick to play clash city rockers.

    because im a million years old and amber is innocence and youth personified i asked her if she knew that tune. she said nope. i go siri play clash city rockers by the clash. and we listened and

    i thought to myself

    this poor girl. bad enough shes gotta listen to the beasties book on tape but worse,

    jarvis cocker reading from the book

    and just when shes settled in listening to the story i go siri play this song shes never heard

    i wouldnt be able to stand it if the roles were reversed.

    all she wanted was a salad.