Homeboy also has a website.

He’s running for prez in ’04 and needs your financial support. Also, these are the Days of Noah and Biotech and more FLOODING is happening now! Also, he’s Jesus because he looks vaguely like bad Catholic Jesus Art plus a suit. Also, he has clip art of a lion. Also, he’s FUCKING BATSHIT INSANE.

neighborhood kid gone to hell

Remember the local guy I mentioned whom I’d known as a small child? He’s still in the neighborhood but has a serious drinking/drug problem. I’d say he started abusing whatever he could when he was in his early teens, and he’s my age now. He’s come over before or called and been drunk and strange and hard to deal with.

Yesterday, I was going out to my car to get something and he was riding by on a bike. He pulled over and called out to me, first addressing me by my brother’s name. He was with a “friend” of his who was a used-up ex-con guy of the scrawny toothless variety. Mullet, drug face, cop magnet. V. himself had one eye squinted shut most of the time he was talking to me.

This time he asked me for a couple of bucks. I didn’t want to give him money. I said I had none on me. He got a little angry and said “Remember when we were kids and I gave you that apple? The one you wanted? Pay me back now, give me a couple of bucks”. I ended up giving him the change in my pocket.

He told me he was “on the street”. I asked if he wasn’t still with his parents around the corner, and he said “I can kinda eat there, and stuff.” I guess they had to bar him from sleeping there.

I feel bad for him, and scared for me. He can be physically aggressive and I’ve heard him yelling in rage for hours and hours before, over the fence. His friend looked like the kind of guy who’d kill you for $5 at a bus stop in Roubidoux. The whole thing sucks.

In other news, Kamp Krusty is Klosed until further notice

This ride is also called the Wall of Death some places.

honk honk honk HONK HONK GOOD MORNING

red

The bowl, not the tank.

The mere fact that they call that shit pizza should be a felony. After I got back from Vietnam there was no fucking way I was going in a cubicle. I had to be out and about. Oh it’s a girl’s night out all right, I’ve even got the hot chocolate going. You know, that’s right; pastrami is what I miss the most. The guy was 24 and he was scared, asked us what was going on, and I couldn’t tell him he was dying.

I believe it was very safe! It was controlled insanity!

She’s kind of my manager, or at least the mother hen there, and she told me that the other gal was upset at me for the underwear comments. It was the seventies, and you could see the outline of the disco biscuit against the polyester pants on the asses of half the guys in the bar. No, I can’t address the outage nor can I give you an ETA because no one has provided me with an escalation path, a contact, or a procedure. We had a great time except for the extremely loud Jack Johnson imitator.

It was a car wash, but everyone who worked there was an ex con, and two people got killed on the job in the two months he was there. I’m not going to get my ass shot off for an artificial bugle sound. Let me tell you that’s the best thing I heard all day, that you said he was “soft”.

One of my new dealbreakers is seeing someone in a chicken suit during the interview.

We’re going to explore the branding and see if it resonates.

Sorry, Duke, but It’s a Really Cool TV Show
A county supervisor suggests renaming John Wayne Airport after the Fox hit ‘The O.C.’
By Kimi Yoshino and Stuart Pfeifer
Times Staff Writers

June 9, 2004

In a case of life imitating art — or is it life imitating art imitating life? — an Orange County supervisor suggested Tuesday that John Wayne Airport be renamed after the hit prime-time soap opera “The O.C.”

my fave part is where they interview the John Wayne impersonator.