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  1. Saturday, September 5, 2020

    do you know i love you? i do. 

     

    i also love every single person alive.

    i once had a girlfriend who in a fight said, IT DOESNT EVEN MATTER THAT YOURE MAD AT ME BECAUSE IN 100 YEARS YOU WILL FORGIVE ME JUST LIKE YOU FORGIVE EVERYONE BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE TWICE AS OLD AS ME YOU ARE 88 TIMES LESS MATURE AND YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS BECAUSE EVERYTHING TO YOU IS LOVE

    and later she did something that made me stop loving her for a little while

    but she was right, i have returned to loving her.

    i am the sunshine that rises in the morning.

    do i hold some grudges though? oh yes.

    are they all justified?

    weirdly, no.

    because im a caveman i like to go outside with just my pajama bottoms on, sometimes barefoot,

    it’s 111 degrees right now at 9pm in LA. but the sky is tremendous. ill take a pic.

    so i walk outside, down my little alley and someone is on the stairs in the back

    i was startled but i noticed she was a bigger woman

    and in the shadows.

    so i said hi like nbd its hollywood this happens every night

    she said hi

    afterwards i came inside and told amber.

    then i said if you wanna give her some water and some of my flaming hot cheetos, be my guest.

    so she did.

    when she got back she was all your cheetos were a hit!

    about a half hour later amber goes, the cops and the fire dept are in our alley.

    we listened through the window. the woman had a fever of 106.

    they were worried she had COVID so they put her on a stretcher and into an ambulance

    amber and i were both a little shocked at the quick developments.

    did my flaming hot cheetos do something to her?

    who called the fuzz?

    half of our building isnt around.

    was it the quiet ones????

    later we went to the grocery store.

    i wanted some fritos and noticed there was a great discount if you bought 5.

    i was a little nervous to have that many because i didnt wanna pig out on them

    and ruin this sports illustrated cover look i got going

    but i loaded up the cart with 5 of them.

    got some water but then amber got a couple of jugs.

    we drive back and we spot one of our favorite homeless guys.

    once upon a time he told us he always could use water.

    so i gave him a jug and a bag of cheetos.

    then at the next stoplight were two of ambers favorites.

    i put water and chips in a waldorf astoria bag

    one for one guy, another for the guy next to him.

    as i handed it to him he says

    youre an angel from heaven.

    when i get into the car, ambers crying.

    i said, all of this cost us like $2 a guy, this is nothing.

    she said

    but you ARE an angel from heaven.

    but you know how i feel?

    i feel like i have maybe a 50/50 chance to get in there.

    i pick fights on twitter. i procrastinate like crazy. i dont treat my body as a temple. i judge. i dont honor my mother and father

    if i honored my mother properly half of the stuff in this blog wouldnt even be in here.

    you have no idea how close i have been lately to erase this blog from the world and just start over

    great flood

    but God said afterwards that he wished he hadnt have done the great flood.

    so there you have it.