things are working out, thanks to the heroes in my life


have i told you i love driving uber?

i do.

i think i may have figured out a little trick.

not sure how long it will last, but for now i love it and it has inspired me to drive more.

small problem: any time you have a plan, people, sometimes unknowingly to themselves, get in the way.

suddenly im getting all these little, but great, jobs. AND im learning how to uber/lyft.

murphys law, a beautiful woman is gonna wanna lock me down.

found this place where people make love right out in the grass.


dropped off two passengers there, and their blanket.

it could actually be the beginning of a great horror movie


hung out a little with michelle m from the daily n who is now running the show for a non profit news org on the 99

because shes here for a work trip, the work paid for the palms thai, which she liked a lot.

what i liked was i got the leftovers

some of which spilled in the trunk as i ubered after

drove someone who came out of the dear evan harris musical.

its a musical!

i say it a lot on here but it’s so true

i am so lucky

of course bad things happen too.

sometimes for long periods.

but all in all, it’s incredible what i have gotten to do and see.

my first years in LA were santa monica, venice, and malibu

who gets that – as a teenager?

why do I love LA? because that’s what i was introduced to.

by a blue eyed irish native with pale skin and jet black hair

whats not to love?

i have so much work to do

and this week ive done a lot of work.

wrote two pieces for Output

edited audio for a forthcoming episode.

did VO wraps for other episodes.

now ive gotta drive drive drive.

my man henry invited me to santa barbara but today and tomorrow ive gotta drive.

fortunately joe biden (pictured) has been lowering the gas prices.

when i procrastinate

i do hear in LA nonsenses

i write ppl i shouldnt

i take walks and nearly get in fights with crazy ppl 2x my size

i buy air in a can at the corner store for way too much money but my keyboard key is stuck


i eat and eat and eat and eat

do you know i love you? i do.

picked up a lovely latina woman. 34. near the freeway, coming out of an apartment wearing a misfits shirt.

do you really love the misfits or do you just like the shirt.

who are the misfits, she laughed.

get in.

i slid the phone to start the ride and saw her destination was 49th street.

i once overheard someone say, “the higher the numbers, the closer you are to Compton.”

other person said, “but the numbers stop in the 130s in Willowbrook right before you get to Compton.”

first person said, “yeah because Compton cold killed those numbers and buried them in Long Beach.

but for perspective, the swanky Grove is on 3rd St. Compton would be about 140th and our passenger was going to 49th. how bad could it be?

turned out it was bad.

we start rolling and i ask her, “whats going on at 49th street?”

“home,” she said.

“then what’s back there?” i ask gesturing to the modest apartment building behind us.

“that’s the boyfriend.”

the good thing about this so far was 45th was gonna be a half hour away since this was the middle of the day.

sometimes the people dont want to talk. that makes things terrible and slow and awkward and you dont know if they like the music, or are even listening to it cuz maybe they have their ear buds in.

it’s just way better when they talk.

she was talking.

“how long you guys been together?”

“well about 10 years ago we were messing around then he disappeared.”

“running from the law?” i asked. one of my favorite things to say as a joke.

“he was in jail.”


“omg for what?” i asked eagerly.

“rather not say.”

“oh right. 10 years. must have been something. sorry to ask.”

“it’s ok.”

“so you guys weren’t pen pals when he was in there? no phone calls?”

“no, he has two baby mommas so he was stressed enough with them. he called me right before he was going to get out to see if i was married or if have kids.”

we got in the car pool lane and sped through south central high above the congested 110 and talked about not having kids when everyone around you has them

and about love and redemption and mexico

and when we got to her off ramp she said “i promise you you will see hookers on my street.”

and we did, and the two we drove past were startlingly beautiful.

“what do i tell my nieces?” she asked, in a serious way.

“tell them, everyone is different. and some people are very different. love them all.”

and then i said,

alexa, play the misfits.