nothing in here is true

  1. Wednesday, November 11, 2015
  2. Monday, July 20, 2015

    i am hurt, i am hurting, but it’s ok 

    white onlymy fingers, my wrists, even my back is all

    notice us, notice us, notice us.

    i put icy hot on my hands and arms, i have these great elastic sleeves i put on my arms

    but i lost one because im a slob.

    so i just alternate the one back and forth like a hobo.

    it only hurts when i drive which is sad because as you know i love driving.

    maybe i need a back support dealie. maybe i need under armour. maybe i need new arms.

    my cigarette lighter doesnt work any more. youd think the cigarette lighter in a mercedes would never break. its the thing that charges my cell phone as im driving.

    gas prices here in LA are at record highs.

    basically the entire universe is telling me not to drive but who’s going to be keira-anne’s tour guide.

    i can tour guide for tops three days a year and then i get burned out.

    on paper i could write the most amazing tour book about LA but not only dont i want to but it would be bizarre, filled mostly with various fast food establishments

    places to buy bukowski books

    and every movie theater and former record store in town.

    fine, i’ll write it.

  3. Thursday, April 23, 2015

    thinking about writing a new book 

    oh shit was that today

    about all the girls i made out with.

    the first time i made out with them.

    but i’ll change all their names.

    and change all the places.

    but keep the music we were listening to.

    or the music that was going through my head.

    bestseller, bitch.

  4. Monday, March 2, 2015

    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.

  5. Tuesday, September 9, 2014

    about ten years ago i wrote a book called Stiff 

    leah reading stiffi dont know how.

    i know i did most of it day by day at a job i didnt like.

    but now that i look back i dont know how that came out of me.

    i know i was broke and i wanted to be able to sell something at Christmas.

    i also know i felt stifled creatively. and i wanted to impress a girl. or three.

    maybe i felt like a bird in a tree at night

    look at me look at me look at me.

    it was nice that i had a big audience for the busblog at that point because without one it also probably wouldnta happened.

    and it was good that i didnt care if i got fired from my job for having such weird ideas concepts and quotes.

    im sure my boss, who hated me, was reading it, and maybe that helped a little too.

    so i guess it worked because of all of those little factors all combined into the perfect storm.

    so maybe it’s weirder that there hasnt been a perfect storm in over a decade.

    i dont care what chicks think. i do care what my bosses think. and i dont feel stifled.

    i dont even know what book id make now if i could. despite the fact that i have ten years more of experience under my belt.

    weirdly it would probably be about etienne. a girl i hope i never see again.

  6. Wednesday, July 23, 2014

    to dare too confidently or not dare at all? that is the question 

    vivian leigh in twelfth night

    Sir John Gielgud directed the play of Twelfth Night which starred Vivien Leigh and her husband Laurence Olivier. 

    Leigh was a manic depressive but Gielgud didn’t know how to work with that. Here’s something he wrote in his diary about entering the job of director of the play

    Perhaps I will still make a good thing of that divine play, especially if he will let me pull her little ladyship (who is brainier than he but not a born actress) out of her timidity and safeness. He dares too confidently … but she hardly dares at all and is terrified of overreaching her technique and doing anything that she has not killed the spontaneity of by overpractice.

    Maybe her OCD lead her to that terrible sin of overpractice?

    Since when is being prepared – or in this case over-prepared a bad thing?

    When it infringes on the magical moments when freestyling and improvising, even when rocking the eternal words of The Bard.

    As I approach my 560th birthday i have been thinking about writing an autobiography, a memoir of sorts.

    I feel like I’ve finally lived enough of a life to have some interesting tales to tell and I’ve learned a few valuable lessons.

    But the thing that keeps holding me back are the thoughts I have about some of the influential people of my life.

    Gielgud’s criticism of the two-time Oscar winner is fantastic. Who knew people thought that way, especially about her? But we’d never have that realization, especially today, if he hadn’t thrown her under the bus, in a way and wrote honestly in his own autobio.

    Any good bio has heavy doses of sex drugs and rock n roll and my first inclination is to write it and tuck it away somewhere until my death when it will be unearthed.

    But the problem with that is what if it’s misunderstood? Who would be around to set the record straight?

    What if it became a hit? Who would go on the book tour?

    Maybe I’m just as troubled as poor Scarlet. Doubt it. Maybe I should just wait to bust with it when I’m 600 and say fuck it here it is.

  7. Thursday, May 8, 2014

    dumbest man alive 


    the phone kept ringing but the ringer was off.

    so i turned it on.

    tony pierce?

    who’s asking?

    guinness book.

    as in the beer?

    yes and the book.

    youre gonna offer me a beer?

    no we are letting you know you are the dumbest man alive.

    you dont think i knew this?

    well maybe you did, but now it’s official.

    perfect, thanks.

    and then they called me the n word.

  8. Friday, December 27, 2013
  9. Monday, March 25, 2013
  10. Wednesday, January 23, 2013

    Maybe little by little I’m fumigating 

    tommy lee jones

    Nick Tosches being interviewed in Esquire this month…

    Scott Raab: The theme apparent in all your books is, to me, a fearless quest for what’s at the heart of human knowledge.

    Nick Tosches: We’re finite creatures, doomed to never get a fraction of what wisdom it would take to deal with infinity. This book has a lot to do with the unbelievable power and beauty of that almost unattainable freedom. Since none of us really gets to know it, we don’t know what extremely powerful dangers might lurk in it.

    SR: One of the things that I’ve seen more often in your writing recently is an idea best expressed in Ezra Pound’s line “Do not move, Let the wind speak.”

    NT: Those words of Pound, the “120th Canto,” say it all. You’re never gonna outwrite the movement of the white clouds and the blue sky. You’re never going to. There are times when I try to write beautifully, but I don’t know if I’m trying to exorcise my own demons. If I am, there are other ones lurking beneath, because they keep coming out. Maybe little by little I’m fumigating.

    SR: I think exorcising them is out of the question. Who are you without your demons?

    NT: That’s probably true, but it’s not a truth that we wanna just accept flatly. Look at it like this: This is the most fucked-up species that ever pissed on this planet. What do we have? We have three “one true” gods. Count ’em. Three. And underlying everything is this question: Did man invent good and evil before he invented the gods to protect him from evil, or did he invent the gods first in order to say, “Look, I don’t want anybody fucking my wife, so you’re gonna go to hell if you do that”? All these acts of cowardice, all these gods. We’re just completely fucked up. This is a race of demons.