dear the future, hope yr there

i forget to write you, not because i dont care, i just take you for granted. which is lame.

if anything this terrible disease has taught us how precious and fleeting life is.

a perfectly healthy person finds themselves dead in just a few days.


and yet because of POLITICAL BELIEFS there are thousands of people in the USA who are willing to risk it and go back to “normal” and not believe scientists and not even believe the current administration that they seemingly support

who tells them to wear masks and chill out and stay away from each other

even if that same administration refuses to wear masks, or chill, or distance.

im sure you are now up to your ears with biographies about those dead souls, future, and for that, i hope they’re well written.

today was Cinco De Mayo which happened to fall on a Taco Tuesday so i took amber to my favorite taco truck in Echo Park and since we are currently not allowed to eat next to the truck i drove her a few blocks south to the actual Echo Park which has a pretty lake.

there were hella people over there, future. too many for Amber to feel comfortable with so she made us stay in the car

but isnt that fountain pretty? arent those two empty benches? wouldnt it be romantico? it was 77 degrees. night. mexicans with beers. hipsters with weed. homeless with tents.

¡no! she said in spanish, which means business.

so we listened to Ozzy in the Benz, and watched the people walk by and then we drove to DTLA and took this picture for you.

hope it’s still there when you are.


amber was trying to cook

even though shes the one working, and working hard, there she was on her weekend trying to cook me a late lunch

fourth of july

rarely does she get holidays off but the veterans wanted the double time so there we were sleeping in

she tried to turn on the stove but it wouldnt. she asked me to light the pilot. we have an old stove so who knows whats going on.

then she went to doing the dishes. but no hot water. i couldnt get anything going so i called the gas company. their number asked me if it was an emergency?

its not like its a gas leak, but i cant shower, do dishes or cook. yes i guess thats an emergency. amber said she was gonna take a nap. her work wears her out. i said, fine i will order some thai food cuz postmates gave me a $10 coupon.

before i knew it there was the gas man, followed quickly by palms thai. no traffic on the 4th i guess. the other day me and this uber drive were talking about how small the city is when theres no traffic. like late at night and on holidays where you can get from DTLA to the beach in minutes. or long beach to hollywood in no time.

gas guy fixed my problem in record time and as he did we talked and his stories just came out of him. am i a great interviewer? no. but people sure as hell like telling me things. he wouldnt stop. told me he had been a gas man for nearly 20 years. we talked about hollywood, beverly hills, bel air, little roads, weird houses, crazy details that youd really have to know to notice. we bonded so quickly and he just leaned against the fridge and told me everything.

“you should write a book,” i told him.

“i can’t write for shit,” he said.

“ever read Post Office,” i asked and told him about Bukowski and asked him if he ever did anything on Delongpre near Normandie. i told him thats where he lived when he wrote a bunch of his best stuff. but it all started with writing about how hard it was delivering mail in East LA when so many names were Gonzales or Hernandez.

“you should try finding the right Kim in Koreatown,” gas man laughed.

“i’m telling you you have a book.”

the more i talked about bukowski the more realized he was inches away from 20 of his books. so i gave him “Women” so he could read his style.

“i dont have Post Office. ive given mine away,” i said, “but i have two Women,” i said and we laughed at how that came out.

i shoulda just written that book with him.

deep down im a basic bitch

i eat mcdonalds, i drink cokes, i still pay for cable.

so naturally i ran outside to see the fireworks last night.

the pretty girl had been napping because she had woken up at 4:20am to get to work.

around 8pm she was all, “10 more minutes” and smiled.

so i took a shower. when i returned she said

“i sleep now.”

when amber’s tired she has trouble conjugating.

but i bombarded her with kisses and due to the fact i have very stinky breath and spikey stubble she miraculously arose.

she said, “take me to Dodger Stadium” but unfortunately the game had ended by the time we arrived and the fireworks, for what i could tell were over.

but alas the rest of the city was just warming up. so i remembered a party i went to once on the most east end of Echo Park. our friend Michelle L. used to live there. it was on an incline and there was a park at the top of it.

when i approached it we could see 2-3 pretty well curated street firework situations happening so we parked on Sunset and walked up.

Mexican families, then black families, then white hipsters as we walked up the hill. everyone letting kids play with sticks of dynamite.

one lady kept holding her bottle rockets dangerously close to the giant pine tree and we decided to Kate Bush it and ran up the hill.

there we saw an abandoned lot with a poorly constructed fence. we slid through it and there, alas, all of LA opened up to us and from Downtown to the Hollywood Bowl fireworks bloomed from the horizon.

i tried to take pics but it was like trying to draw Mohammad: a dangerous waste of time.

we drove home with rockets still exploding all around us.

i decided not to make a quick buck Ubering because blasts + drunk drivers + drunk passengers does not equal a good time. instead we turned on the Sopranos and slowly feel asleep to the sounds of what the cats probably thought was the end of humanity.

todays the fourth of july

the day all the good little boys and girls get to flee from their tyrannical countries

which are unsafe, underserved, and riddled with dirty air water and old men.

bring me your bags of cash the statue says

which oil company do you work for asks the survey

charlie cant read, but his driver can and fills out the paperwork

gets his hand stamped,

tips the doorman

and voila: americano.

when you run the country like a business

your closets become stuffed with receipts.

do i have anything to be thankful for? i do.


starting with you, my family, and friends,


and all the great food we get to enjoy.

cubs world series ring

the Cubs of course especially Theo Epstein and the brewers of Old Style Beer.

old style

I am thankful for my health, and the health of Emily Ratajkowski.


I am thankful for my great job,


my side hustle,

when uber was fun

and high speed internet. I am thankful for my cats even though they are super weird and pretty much ungrateful and entitled.


I’m thankful for my khaleesi


and all my Uber and Lyft passengers who all want to take selfies with me for some reason.

obey peace

I am thankful for the Obey sample sale, Howard Stern, Baba Booey, Fred, Sour Shoes,

howard stern and beth stern

Fat Artie, and Robin’s health. I am thankful for the Internet, all my past and future loves.


I am thankful for German engineering, Mike Tyson,

xbi mobile in dtla next to mike tyson

and all my high school friends who have now had their dreams come true


– thanks to the Cubs, Theo and the brewers of Old Style.



I’m thankful for Taylor Swift, Rihanna, cheap gas, Anna Kournikova,


Charles Bukowski, Iceberg Slim, the Truest,

kanye smiling bc he's happy

and I pray for good health for Kanye West.

springsteen on the sunset strip

I’m grateful for Little Armenia, Hollywood Blvd., and Sunset Blvd where the freaks come out.

obama trump

I am thankful for my president, Canadian McDonalds,

the pants

all of the jobs of my past, the voters of California who made weed legal,

isla vista

Isla Vista, rock music,


hippie friends

my college friends who continue to rock, the Hollywood Bowl,

sass and her friend in my crib

Canadians who move to Cali,

bono and friends

the readers of the busblog, the moon,


my favorite book The Bible, KFC $5 Fillups,

shortsop tyler

left handed leadoff hitting shortstops who happen to be my nephew,

jeff solomon lincoln

and President Abraham Solomon

the secret to LA is youve gotta enjoy the view


this is the 101 freeway at vermont. the hollywood freeway. almost always packed. never beautiful.

until today.

today was the day that you decided that no matter what

you were gonna find the beauty in the situation and it’s chocolatey creamy center:

the love.

the love of the 101 is it gets you from downtown to the valley and if you want up through santa barbara

santa cruz, frisco, eureka and up into oregon.

if i had an adventurous girlfriend id say baby pack yr overalls we’re gonna see what the 101 has to offer.

and we’d probably just end it in isla vista

but sometimes it’s the bad idea that counts.

and im here for all yr bad idea needs.


my favorite car wash has the most interesting technique, BEFORE you go into the machine wash deal,

one, sometimes two dudes soap up yr ride and then spray it off before they send you through the thing

then as its rinsing they might squirt a little stream at yr backside to make sure everythings gone

you give em a few extra bucks but it dont matter: the $6 wash, $8 with tip is always top notch

its at the chevron across the street from the chevron on beverly and la brea

just two blocks from quentin tarantinos movie theatre.

tell em merle sent ya


the cats love me now for some reason. maybe cuz i was gone a few days and they starved.

one of them tries to meow but its in a different language, like maybe hes deaf. its almost a chirp.

the other cats look down on him for it, but omg hes so happy when i get home. he runs ahead of me like a dog

climbs up my stairs, jets into my house and later remembers hes supposed to be afraid of me for some reason

(cuz im black) and then darts back almost outside but loiters near the door.

all of these cats pretend like you cant tell em what to do, that theyre on their own schedule

but only one of us has the 50 cent an ounce cat food and it aint them.

and when it is they fight over it, but never finish it.

they all cray


went to the pharmacy the other day to get a refil on my high blood pressure pills.

xbi doesnt like the pills cuz it messes up their pee tests

they dont know whats in my body.

i was all sugar and spice and everything

they were all no, like did you smoke crack, etc

i was like

you can read my mind just esp me and i’ll tell you

but they didn’t.

they wanted unadulterated urine and i was all you sick kinky sickos

so via phone i was able to order a refill of the pills in like one minute

and schedule a time i would pick it up, and when i did, boom, there was my junk

total price $4.40


but the best part of this week was watching all the nice jewish people celebrate passover

every holiday should be a holiday. we only live once.

and how often do we really live during our lifetime?

getting drunk doesnt count, getting naked doesnt count

they do count but you can really live without going to the extremes

driving fast doesnt count,

to me it means doing stuff interestingly enough

you totally forget if you have to pee.

cubs got swept today

jeanine didnt call me

danielle did

played lana del rey for these 15 year olds.

they talked like they didnt even hear it.