how do i know? because every fucking tv newscast has devoted at least 3 reporters, a copter, a meteorologist, and an analyst to tell us its raining.

its the winter.

its supposed to rain in LA in the winter.

dan kern wrote a song about it in oh i dont know, 1988?

its called LA Winter Rain.

but these news stations are so crazed that youda thought the president got shot.

youd think that there was zero news going on in americas second largest city.

red blazer ho: lets go to Harry Butts in Pasadena …

hb: it’s raining here, ho.

a huge graphic flashes under him. it says StormWatch 4. hes got a blue raincoat on. its barely raining. but enough to cause maybe 75 crashes cuz all the new yorkers who moved out here forgot that you have to slow down when you drive 102349871234 mph on the freeways here.

fuck stormwatch 4.

chopperone is getting worked on in its hangar. i hate the rain. they all tell me that this is a good day to catch up on my reading or writing but i cant. im never stimulated by lack of work. i love to work. i may hate the job i have to do, but i love to work. half the fools in the xbi dont love to work and dont love the job. makes me sick. makes me want to put holes in their foul weather gear.

supposed to rain all week.

might have to get a big bottle of rum and take a swig every time some asswipe gets on the news and tells us that its raining outside.

did you know the grocery stores are still on strike out here? yep.

i left frisco cuz it was so soft. i left my true love, all my friends, my cash-only business where people would offer me electronics, porn, their teen daughters, everything, to move to LA cuz it was too soft up there. few dozen raindrops and LA loses its damn mind.

like someone told them j.lo got a new boyfriend or some shit.

brit coal + hear allisons purty voice + psychotic normalcy