I’m not done missing Bud. And I might leave America forever. Any moment. Any morning. Take my book money, buy a two way ticket to the Philippines. Throw the return ticket in the trash. You need it for the visa. Then again since Duterte no one checks. Continue reading
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Weekend Journal 5-5-13: House of Spirits
5 May
Image stolen from Flickr user avalon_music
I need to stop drinking and I can’t. I get drunk every night, usually alone. Most nights it’s pretty harmless; I just play Xbox. Last night I walked down to the Cinco de Mayo DUI checkpoint on Sunset and started loudly fucking with cops. Eventually they circled up around me like a wall of beatdown and told me they were gonna book me for public intoxication. At the time I had courage, I was screaming a bunch of slogans I heard in youtube videos about Constitutional rights and am I being detained. In reality I was a loud asshole fucking with people trying to do their jobs, and was in fact publicly intoxicated, and probably in danger of running into traffic. Still. I did get one guy to not say shit and not blow into the breathalyzer and I got his wife to call a lawyer instead. He got a ticket, not a DUI, and they let him go. I saved him ten grand. Probably half of what he makes in a year. He will probably kill a child driving drunk now. Continue reading
Hey Olivia Part 2
11 MarWhy can’t people just be normal when you see them. Just fucking say hello for Christ’s sake. Now I’m carrying this weird awkward memory around as I try to order at the god damn coffee shop; it is inhibiting my ability to hit on my server. I’m at the ATM. I’m in profile, unmistakable from the sidewalk, intent on my deposit. I turn to leave and sidling up to the next machine is you, Olivia, turning your head to the side in hopes that I don’t see you. Because there are so many other ginger chicks with mammoth jugs out there wearing that same dress you wore on our first date. You’re with a dude, maybe that’s the issue. Or you’re just a weirdo.
Well, God damn, you look good. Like you reverse aged. I forgot that you have good skin. I was reading this morning, the foreword to a book of Charles Bukowski’s, and it mentioned some Latin title I hadn’t known was his. It was your tattoo. So that’s where you got it. You were a Bukowski fan, I thought. So that’s why you liked me. I’m the shitty version of him, but then, not nearly as ugly. A good compromise for a date. I didn’t know his work when we went out. Continue reading
A Message from God
15 JulWhat do you do with huge coincidences. What do you feel, when shit happens that is so unlikely that it feels like magic. Me, I get scared. Or, I have a moment of: how the fuck do I interpret this. But there’s an urgency to it, too. I better do something. This is a message from God. What does it mean. How do I put it to use. Continue reading
New Book
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