i was doing laundry.

she complained that i dont write very much anymore. that i throw videos up and say a few words and thats it.

“i used to come to the busblog to hear you rant and rave and pontificate” she whined.

i was at a hollywood coin op laundry called Lucy’s. people were selling drugs out of their cars outside.

next door was a motel where hookers would pace and compel cars to screech or U-Turn for a second look.

strangely there is no graffiti anywhere around the motel or the laundromat.

i tolder “i wonder if the businesses allow the activity to happen in exchange for lack of tagging and actual crime”.

“SEE THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT – THIS IS WHAT YOU SHOULD WRITE ABOUT!” she said.

and i said but all i wanna write about is the cubs. the team i love. the team that might get sold for $900 million.

the team the Ruth killed.

the team that should rip down their lights.

the team that gave me my first beer at 14.

later i powerwalked while waiting for the whites to dry.