im sorry to hear that you want to quit making movies.

i heard the french said that your new movie was the worst one at cannes.

let me make you a tshirt that says fuck cannes.

what the fuck did cannes ever do for anyone anyway? bunch of stuck up foreigners trying to be all classy when they aint so damn classy, and what do they know about art?

buffalo ’66 is one of my all time favorite movies. top 25 definately.

you, fucker, you.

i saw buffalo ’66 on a sunny day in west la in the summertime after seeing a bunch of hollywood blockbusters that had all the money talent hype teamwork and hotchicks and still they werent shit.

you had christina ricci at her plumpest looking better than ever. angelica houstons best role ever. ever.

fuck cannes and their toplessness and their booing.

why arent they booing ben affleck like every ten minutes?

you know what cannes likes? woody allen’s worst movies.

in a hundred years you’ll be making bad 90s woody allen movies maybe, if you dont retire cuz of a bunch of snail eating boychasers, but now is the time to get back at them, not quit.

rename that shit “worst film at cannes” and everyone will go. and they’ll buy that tshirt im making you.

let em boo. motherfuckers. boo boo boo.

everyone who’s ever done anything has gotten booed, why not you rich boy.

remember when prince opened for the stones at the la collesium and got booed. did he quit or did he slide on a pair of high heeled boots and make a little movie called purple rain?

the devil wants you to quit.

people who call soccer football.

remember Gummo, top 25 too. remember julian donkeyboy? bottom 25. so what. who cares. you dont think harmony has another Gummo in him? odds say he doesnt but odds said he didnt have a Gummo in him either, so fuck the odds, fuck cannes fuck the haters and fuck you if you quit, quitter.

give me a fucking purple rain, whiney weinstein.

this is a world filled with bullshit that gets rewarded left and right: justin timberlake, bob costas, george bush, david schwimmer, ticketmaster, drug czars, jay leno, kroq, rick dees, the catholic church, nike, the fcc, the mpaa, tobacco execs, alan greenspan, osama bin laden, and chip carey.

roman polanski fucked a 14 yr old girl in the ass. in the ass, bro, and what does he get, he gets to live in france and win the academy award because time passed and he pandered and made a holocaust flick. wtf is that?

wake me when roman makes a film about fucking kids in the ass and getting away with it, cuz anyone can make a holocaust movie.

keep making movies.

guys named vincent never did well in france anyhow, so fuck em.

your pal,

tony

dc ’66

enjoy the codeine + zada + fat nathan

if your fingers smell of nineteen yr old danish pussy?

our girl, just like many have, asked me for the millionth time how old i am today and today i told her and today she put her skirt back on, found her bra and blouse, put them back on, and left my apartment probably never to return again.

i knew that if i told her the truth it would be over.

murphys law.

probably because i really liked her.

sux cuz this morning i was giddy from last night, thankful that i didnt have to work, and totally excited to see the foreign cheerleader coach who was still in town indefinately due to one of her students being incarcerated for shoplifting at target.

everything in this is true.

i dont know what to think of this girl.

so cute. doesnt really talk to me, but some of the things she says are great.

seemed to like to make out but

anyhow, there we were naked and suddenly she wants to stop because its killing her that she doesnt know my age.

it’s just a number.

56. broome

i tell that to the people at work who freak at the aged girls i go out with, sometimes. agists i scream.

is it the girl’s fault that she’s legal?

is it my fault that i was born in the seventeenth century?

i dont hold it against karisa that she has a funny accent and webbed toes, i dont hold it against chris that shes got huge bazooms and only seven channels on her tv, i dont hold it against anna that she hasnt won a tournament, and they dont hold it against me that im so damn good looking.

you win some and lose some. this spring ive lost more than normal, but ive also won more than normal too, i suppose.

who knows.

chris came over to cheer me up. she kissed me on the lips and told me i was handsome.

she said my hair looks cute.

then she drove us to kfc, then went on a date.

laurita cheered me up too and withstood all the pictures i showed her, then she went out on the town.

i think im getting hbo free.

i think i’ll watch it.

laurita + beyond writing + i heart bunnie

why would you invite me to a glamourous wrap party of my second favorite tv show at a swanky hotel private lounge party room with free champagne gorgeous women everywhere and at least one being turned away from the velvet ropes and not have any of the stars of the show attend?

i shouldnt complain.

i had a great time.

today i have the day off from the xbi.

i also have a brunch date.

caio!