I should have known my ex was mental when, while walking arm in arm
with her along Houston St, we came upon this crippled bird limping
along a concrete divider. She laughed and pulled me onward.

Sometime I really do miss how hard New York parties.

Absolut shadow.

This sign killed my father.

This is Los Angeles.

Thus means I am good. For one hour.

Itunes was on party shuffle cause I party all the time and a rap song
came on that i did know and i began to groove. About a minute in the
piano had me hooked and my head was bobbing. At a minute thirty, the
rapper laid down a slick rhyme and then passed the mic to Kevin
Fed-er-line, and I realized I had been grooving to K-Feds solo album I
downloaded as a joke. And I realized, the joke was on me.

I found this old picture of Jack this morning while casually browsing.
He was a good car. He was a good friend.

Black movies have to have the entire cast in the poster.

I can't tell you how bad the elevator at ballys smells. Like twenty
years of people sneaking a puff between reps.

Peanut butter and rice cakes have impressed me with their power...

"Oh thank Heaven"? That's a little pretentious. "Oh thank the clerk
who sold it to me" maybe, but Heaven would have better coffee than this.

Well said.

We don't fit in nature.

Trees rock.