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nothing in here is true

  1. Saturday, April 29, 2017

    25 years ago i was selling tvs at the Sears in Santa Barbara 

    and on one of the 50″ projection screen i watched a looter coming out of an electronics store on sunset in hollywood, it is now a Ross Dress For Less, and he was wheeling out i’d say a 46″ projection screen, down sunset and then down La Brea.

    people were looting because of the verdict of the Rodney King beating

    i had a customer who said, maybe i should just drive down to LA and save $3,000.

    his son, who was dicking around in the nearby camcorder area sarcastically yelled out

    shotgun!

    i was in Santa Barbara because i was in love with Jeanine and did not move to Prague with the rest of my friends who were starting the first english language newspaper there, Prognosis. which is probably just as well because if i had moved there, i would wager i would have met a beautiful Czech girl and i would still be there with our large family.

    and the internet would have never have had almost 16 years of the world famous busblog

    i know: joy.

    xbi sent me to south central the other night

    they were all, tell me what you see.

    i said i see a park with sprinklers going, a motorhome parked in front of a nice house

    theres palm trees, stars,  a park bench

    they said, but is there a black out? do any of the houses have lights on?

    i said, oh, no. i mean yes. yes theres a black out here.

    and then i heard,

    perfect.

    it was so windy i literally saw tumbleweeds from The Past

    that were blown into the Present due to the freak climate change.

    what i remember about the riots was that it felt like what happens when you really have to barf.

    something happens, you feel gross, and then everything comes out

    even the bile.

    especially the bile.

    and then you look at it.

    and clean it up.

    and you feel better.

    i can’t speak for all black people, but this black person felt better during and after the riots.

    during because the message was being delivered in a powerful way.

    after because the message was heard and shit quickly got in action.

    did the individual parts make any sense when viewed in a vacuum?

    burning your own neighborhood

    stealing things you really dont need

    rolling those things down a city sidewalk and thus throwing the light bulbs out of wack, ruining the tv

    assaulting innocent white folk in a disgusting and shameful way?

    no.

    but that was the bile.

    the filth at the bottom.

    in the very first viral video we saw a man surrounded by people with guns and tasers and sticks

    and we saw that man ruthlessly pummel a black man in a disgusting and shameful way.

    the evidence was right there for all to see.

    clear as numbers on a scoreboard.

    and the verdict seemed like fiction.

    a terrible dream.

    even when things are painfully obvious that you should win, black people, you will lose.

    and the people said

    not today.

    today, we all lose.

  2. Monday, September 26, 2016

    so many things have happened in the last few days, heres a quickie summary 

    gnarls barkley

    flew home from ORD -> LAX and sat next to the smelliest man in America. there should be a law against being that stinky on a plane trip.

    virgin air is the best airline in the world. i always feel so grateful any time i am on it. everyones so nice. the tech is always so good.

    took the Flyaway from LAX to union station and then the red line home. $12 total including the $2 i gave the busdriver. fast clean lovely.

    when i got home Jeanine had cleaned my room, made my bed, did my laundry and had a fish dinner waiting for me. thats love. what a sweet girl. someone get her a cheap room in a great pad even though i will miss how clean my house has been.

    there really is something about sleeping in your own bed.

    my cats missed me. they couldnt stop being sweet. they never sleep next to the tv but they did so they could keep an eye on me. how adorable.

    yesterday i stayed home and watched football from morning til night. God the Bears are terrible. this was the first time i actually bet that they would lose a game. and sure enough they lost big.

    before that i watched Vin Scullys last game as a Dodger announcer. he made them play him singing The Wind Beneath My Wings to the whole stadium. it preempted their celebration by about 5 minutes but the team hung in there. many fans cried. i may have cried a little watching them cry. the cats cried.

    slept with the window open and the ceiling fan on and my bedroom door shut. the cats gave me my privacy. it was great being in Chicago and just as great being home.

  3. Wednesday, August 10, 2016

    today is national lazy day 

    lazy kidwhen andy warhol would talk to Lou Reed he’d ask, have you written any songs today?

    Lou would say something like “I wrote Heroin yesterday”.

    Andy would say, “that was yesterday. this is now 1:42pm, you should have written a song this morning and one at lunch already.”

    and Lou would take the needle out of his arm and say, fine, and write Andy’s Chest or Waiting on the Man.

    a week later theyd have a similar conversation and before Lou knew it the Velvet Underground had an entire album of songs ready to go.

    Andy was just as prolific and his critics could argue that he was using the printing press or interns to help him, he would say work doesnt mean you have to stretch a canvas, mix your paints, treat the canvas, have a glass of wine and meditate and then start painting to create work. all that was required to work is that you start working.

    i can go through major lazy periods where i dont do anything but lay in my bed and whisper sweet nothings to the cheerleaders and before i know it it’s Sunday afternoon and time to read the bible and do laundry. because i know how lazy i can get i often find myself with more than one job.

    in frisco i had three jobs because that place did not inspire me one bit to make art. or write. or rule. it was pretty but that was it. im glad im gone and i rarely go back. LA is my lady because this place has an underground railroad of hits rumbling under the surface.

    even though the mainstream media would have you believe that the only places of interest are either along the coast or from santa monica through downtown, theres massive amounts of energy in the valley, in the hood and East of LA.

    why dont they cover those areas?

    because theyre lazy.

    and if andy warhol was their boss he’d hit em with a flower.

  4. Wednesday, January 6, 2016