not everything i say comes out right. and lord knows my writing staff doesnt always churn out the brilliance i pay them to.

and i have an open enough mind to know that i might not be right about everything. but when im ever confused or unsure or have second thoughts about something that i said, i ask myself, how real did i keep it.

if i kept it really real then the question shouldnt be why am i saying it now but why did i hold back for so long.

usually the answer is because people say things like, well jesus tony when the fuck did you start giving a shit what people think of you.

so if im supposed to be this straight shooting honest person who doesnt care what people think, then people shouldnt be so shocked when the truth comes out.

one of my favorite tv shows is the gene simmons family jewels on bravo or a&e or whatever that is. and the dude from anthrax was at genes house and he asked him, if kiss ended today and you never went on one more stage, would you be satisfied with what youd done over decades and decades of rock n roll.

and gene said no.

in my life i woulda said yes. if heaven is tomorrow, fine. im ready. and ive been ready. some say oh you have expectations for this or that, baby if someone flicks the switch and thats all folks at least i can say i said my peace.

xbi called after the bears game they wanted to know why i was watching the wedding singer. i told them because i had just found out that it was flower films first movie secretly. they asked how come you watched stripes yesterday. i said dont you people have something better to do than domestic spy on my ass.

but they were keeping it real so i didnt really have a leg to bitch with.

im going to toronto for raymis blogfiesta or whatever shes calling it.

matt good is playing on friday the 26th and i think the blogorgy is either after or the next day. im also being invited to montreal but my francais is only pas mal. actually it’s pretty mal.

people are inviting me to cubs games. people are inviting me to more business meetings and lunches and coffees.

shit. this beautiful girl i met in texas has moved to LA and invited me to coffee which is pretty sweet but a) i hate coffee b) i love southern accents c) i hate what the best case scenario would be.

but shes a gemini so fine.

tomorrow i have to pay my rent, say yes to coffee, write 6 things for LAist.

and i have to pay the price one more day, probably one more week

for being tony pierce

and keeping it real