in the days of chimpanzees

fucked up and took an uber x ping while 6 rides short of the goal

i figured, how far could this ride from the freshman dorm be?

how about brentwood?

good news, it turned out to be three of the sweetest sorority girls ever who were making the half hour trip to get some frozen yogurt for one of their sisters who lost a house election.

apparently the Bigg Chill on olympic is magic.

took a nice jewish lady from a passover party to her moms house by the fox hills mall

then headed to the 10 so i could get back over to sc but made a pit stop at the jack in the box to get a deep fried chicken guacamole bacon sandwich with curly fries and a coke. did i mention i went to the doc this morning for my check up and ive lost like 8 pounds lately.

pretty girl today asked why i never work out.

i said if the xbi knows youre in shape they’ll trick you into working for them.

picked up three rich ladies in culver city, uber select. all moms talking about their kids and what they’ll eat, how they shower, what to do about book bags (pack them for them, sigh)

about 10 years ago they started building houses in these hills above brentwood and across the 405 near bel air. i dont know why they never built any houses there before but for some reason LA never figured it out until recently.

id never been up in there. gated community. way more houses than i expected. close together. huge trees everywhere though. dropped off one of the ladies and the other two talked to each other about food.

one was saying how she and her husband were vegans before having kids and now theyre at the mercy of them. theyve begun eating way too much red meat, she said. one of the kids doesnt like chicken. and fish you gotta be careful about. especially from japan. and shrimp, forget about it. and who can trust tofu?

she wants to get them way more into beans.

i could smell the remaining half of my jack in the box wafting from the trunk.

like a captive, quietly knocking

eat me

eat

me

idiot trump and idiot north korean dude are gonna kill us all

before the nukes start flying around let me tell you that this has been an amazing ride.

50 years ive gotten to watch this miracle of life and every day i have been fascinated.

the irony is the majority of these posts have been about me,

but really they are about how i feel like i fit in

or how i dont fit in.

it’s ok not to fit in, btw, indeed sometimes it’s great.

we still love the chainsaw even though it doesnt fit into the tool box

but for certain jobs it’s the best friend a one armed man fighting evil could ever have.

im grateful that i got to spend my life in the era that i did.

i got to see video games rise from Pong, i got to see computers rise from huge office machines to tiny “phones”

and best of all i got to see the Cubs win the World Series with my own two eyes.

along the way i got to kiss some of the prettiest girls in the whole universe,

i got to live while there was a black man in the white house

and i’ve even been lucky enough to be of aid to one or two people,

which the good book says is the purpose of all of this.

i love you and sorry this planet had to explode so quickly, for no good reason.

see you at the Big Arcade in the Sky.

xoxoxo

busblawwwwg

some people you click with, some take time

some of them it only works in the sack

some of them only works at work

some of them on virtually

some,

never.

but the ones i find the most interesting are the ones where you both sorta hate each other

and yet you end up together for years.

uber does this thing where they lie to you. they lie at you, specifically. frankly, and it happens so often that you dont even know when theyre telling the truth, to the point that sometimes you end up with someone telling you the straight up truth and it seems so weird that you dont believe it. literally you dont believe it.

the other day someone wrote me after i wrote them and they basically said, oh no, we are INTENDING to rip you drivers off.

because it was clearly from someone who understood the situation perfectly and because none of the lines were preprogrammed cookie cutter like 99% of the correspondences i get from them, my reaction was “oh”

instead of WTF

but now we have to go back to the pretend game that they didnt say what they did, which is sad, because if there was an actual person on the end of my monthly emails to them, theyd probably stop.

they are one of those companies that you say to yourself, if they last thru 2020 i’ll be shocked

one of these days the luck will run out

the pretty girls will stop coming over

and doing pretty girl things.

the hits will dry up.

all my hair will fall out.

and i’ll stop learning.

but last night one thing led to another and i was able to rid my bedroom of cats for just long enough, to do what i have been studying all these many years.

and when it was over, i gave her a pillow shaped as a poo emoji and i sat on my couch and said, great, now what?

it was then i decided to move my car from a block away to in front of my house.

and then i realized i was hungry. and then i realized it was friday night and all the other ubers were probs in coachella, maybe i should fill the void and ubes around LA with a funny little smile on my face.

and so i did. i didnt really need to get a weekend bonus. it was so small, why bother, but then i figured, it’s there, if i can get it in 3 hours then perfect. otherwise who cares.

so i drove and i was very close to getting it. i was two rides away. but i was getting sleepy.

the passenger had purple hair. she told me about where we were headed, Koreatown. she had moved here from Ohio with her black boyfriend. important because in ohio she said they were discriminated against.

here they were treated just as badly as anyone else in her apartment and she loved that but did not love: the cockroaches, the fact that she never gets hot water in the shower, or the fact that an upstairs neighbor dumped urine out the window and the building manager did nothing.

dropped her off and i only had one more to go. K Town was about 15 minutes from my house. Let’s hope for a short one. When it came it was something on Wilshire. I was tempted to do the Bad Driver trick of accepting the ride and starting it before the passenger got into the car to check to see where the destination was — and then cancelling if it was too far — but i’m a good boy and good things always seem to come to me when i am good, so i found the woman, who seemed to be stumbling in the streets and allowed her into my car.

come to find out she was headed to Pacific Palisades: a good half hour to the west. It would be an hour roundtrip, all for $18. but i did it. why not. i love the beach. i love LA. she didnt barf. she fell asleep a half dozen times. we didnt talk. i played 80s music. the roads were empty. it was 1am. Sunset all the way home. no one was out.

note to self: if anyone wants to vacation in LA, find a weekend when Easter, Passover and Coachella are all going down, not only is there little traffic, but i bet every hotel has a vacant room or two.

my problem is i want to do everything

for example kirsten dunst is one of my favorite actresses and sofia coppola is one of my favorite directors and i love marie antoinette

but last night for some reason i was fact checking it and trying to determine if she really did say “let them eat cake” or not and the more i learned about the Last Queen of France the more i realized coppola’s movie didn’t really tell us the whole thing.

for starters, marie was 14 when she got hitched to the Heir Apparent of France

FOURTEEN!

you can’t cast 30something kirsten dunst in a movie about a 14 year old.

also, in the coppola movie we are led to believe that her 15 yr old hubby is gay or something and thats why he doesnt wanna have sex with her.

but according to the internet, he had some weird disease that prevented him from getting erect. so he probably shied away from activity where he would have to reveal his mighty sword.

legend has it that her mom summoned her older brother to move to France to coach the young pair about the ways of being in a loving relationship and voila a year later marie was knocked up. everyone praises her brother for setting the two straight. but in truth it was a medicinal cure that allowed the future king to become the man everyone hoped he would be.

but that medicine also made him very sleepy at night, which is when marie would sneak off and party into dawn – or noon depending on how good the soiree was.

am i crazy to think that these are facts that would make for a better film? and what about her trial, the one that led her to get her head cut off. the trial where she was falsely accused of having incest? shouldn’t that have been a huge part of the movie? do i have to do everything? do i have to find a 14 year old actress (or a young looking 16 year old) to play the role?

then what am i supposed to do about the bible? can i really turn it all into Black Mirror episodes? i havent read any of the books about screenwriting yet. how am i supposed to be a screenwriter unless i learn?

all im gonna be is an uber driver, lets face it. it’s the one thing im actually good at.

and theres no shame in that, not everyones good at even that. my coworker said her driver dozed off for a brief second at a stop light.

id never do that. nor have i. its why God created classic Coke.

but what if i doze off before i fix cinema?

then what?

Lou Brock has bone cancer

in the early 70s the Cubs made one of the worst trades in all of baseball history.

they unloaded the swift footed outfielder Lou Brock for a donkey and three magic beans.

the donkey ended up hitting about .250 but the magic beans never became of anything

meanwhile Brock broke all of the major league records in stolen bases and eventually turned into a hall of famer.

but to me his greatest achievement was when he invented the Brockabrella, the quirky hat that doubled as an umbrella.

today it was revealed that he has cancer in his bones, reminding us, once again, that life can be cruel and unusual.

while we have world leaders who gas their own people and others who coerce with our enemies to steal elections, some of the best people in the world suffer for no apparent reason at the time of their lives when they should enjoy the riches that they’ve given the world.

so tonight when you’re putting on your Brockabrella for your evening stroll, look up at the stars and ask the Lord to have mercy on speedy number twenty.

the only cardinal who was ever worth a damn.

theyre gonna try to put you in a box

ty cobb, the second greatest hitter of all time, used what is called the split hands grip

because his hands didnt touch each other

none of the 2,000 current pro baseball players can swing that way today.

babe ruth, the greatest hitter of all time,

used a bat thats so heavy that no major league player today

steroids and all

can believe that a human could swing it.

if they had their way ty and babe would be normal

instead of great.

when i was a little little kid i would do science experiments with my bicycle.

i would start on top of a slope and coast down the perfectly asphalted suburban street

and not pedal

and see how far i went.

then id do it again and see if i could beat it.

what was i testing?

my magical powers, of course.

the only person who can put you in a box is Jesus and trust me, you’ll end up there.

until then, swing your way

and prepare for miracles.

anna knows im a sucker for pictures

woke up hurling this morn

she had left me a few texts

i texted i cant right now

she kept pushing me but it was embarrassing

what man vomits from allergies?

was it the meds i took?

the flonase?

the benadryl?

why was i feeling so miserable?

made a bagel, cleaned the toilet

last night i had cleaned the tub

everything has seemed gross to me.

drank some oj, turned on the tv and then i was back at the toilet letting loose. was this the work of the xbi?

crazy thing happened last week. i was at a mcdonalds taking a leak and when i came out this black dude went into this whole story about how he was stranded. his family was in a car on the side of the road and he was looking for some money to call a tow truck blah di blah blah. who knows the truth these days.

i pretty much always will give someone a buck because the bible says we should.

so i give him a buck and he says aw thanks man. and he tries to shake my hand.

i usually have hand sanitizer in my car, but i was out and i had just washed my hands seconds ago, no way was i gonna shake this dudes hand and have dude germs all over as i drove around the world

so i go, no thanks im good.

and i felt a little bad because im generally a nice guy, but come on, i already gave you a buck.

and murphys law, i get sick a few days later anyways.

as anna says, just shows to go ya, its always something.

been sick all weekend

didnt do shit yesterday, did less today

been coughing sneezing barfing.

needed an emotional rescue.

from somewhere beyond a pretty girl offered to be my roommate

“just friends” for the next six months.

i said, no thank you.

she said, i’ll clean your house and pay you 1/3 of your rent.

i said did that last year with jeanine and it turned into a year

and it was very uncomfortable for both parties involved.

while she was texting me that, the prettiest girl ive ever swiped on bumble

swiped me back

and we had a nice little conversation about astrology

and i thought to myself, if Putin was intercepting my phone messages

he’d think im the biggest stud in the universe.

but alas

just a dude in a robe and a toque

with wads of tp in his nostrils to stop the bleeding

from blowing his nose too much.

waiting for his thai food to arrive.