even though the cats were scratching like mad and meowing
i slept till 1pm
did a tour of the living room and Prince had pooped IN a box so i put him in his carrier
made him stare at it
and fed his sister and he had to watch her eat the entire can
then i made him wait another hour
do i think he got the message?
so hard to say.
the disrespect really is something tho
from who i was born to, to where, at what time,
who id meet, how i got out of the hood, who deviginized me in that back seat in ventura
every last drop of it
for the last week ive been sweating my car bc the engine light went on and the garage i had just had it in kept wanting me to come in at 8am
but i dont get up till noon, even for the benz
so i just went to a closer one, of these armenian hippies
sweetest guys, will talk music all night with you
got in there today and there was a kid playing his switch
i think its the aunt behind the desk
sleepy dog sleeping on the couch
and before i could get a nice chat going with the aunt
owner tosses me the keys and says
error code says there was a misfire, but it’s not
and i catch the keys, no charge, alls well
free.
from omg whats wrong NOW with this car to
go out into that wide world and pick up strangers in the dead of night and traverse the second largest city in the usa, for your car is good, but you stink, go home and take a shower.
and then i got home and my favorite internet personality was on
and the rest of my day went to hell when the emmys came on
this week’s episode is going to be either late, or drastically chopped in half.
i can make something original that’s incredible and no one cares
and i can just rephrase a day old news story that probably everyone missed
and it catches fire.
i mean im grateful anything i put out in the world gets interacted with
bc id rather have something than nothing
but it is very interesting.
watched the chiefs win in the bitter cold today.
took a nap. watched Takin Care of Business bc my man George flowed me a few bucks to rent it.
i would have never ever ever watched it
and it was cheesy at first and jim belushi was not great
and yet the movie was good
thanks george!
was Kareem’s.
so i googled it and naturally it’s gone, as is most of the things i did at the Times and Los Angeleno.
but i got lucky and his blog has been archived on the wayback machine.
im starting to thing: ive had a wild life.
this is what our original blog splash page looked like.
i was not very successful at lobbying for its own homepage, but i still stand by that concept.
pretty sure its the boy cat
what i do is put him in his pet carrier which he usually hates, but every time i punish him in there he never says a word bc he knows hes guilty
and i set it right next to his poop
FOR TWO HOURS
yesterday i then fed his sister right in front of him so he had to watch her eat and entire can of wet food
his two favorite things are eating
and stopping his sister from eating
so he had to just watch
i’ll let you know if this gave him the message.
only problem is my car needs to go to the shop
and im scared to bring it to the last guys so i may take it to auto zone bc i hear they can hook it up to their computer and tell you why the engine light is on
what i really should do is rent one from uber
it would be new, it would force me to get out and drive, and it would keep miles off my car,
but mostly it would motivate me to drive
which would eat into the podcast but thats fine bc i need to start doing fewer giant blog posts. no one cares.
thats fine,
maybe in a few years they’ll care and everything will be different.
a dm from a longtime reader:
Tony, You’re my First Round, HOF, Hero. Busblog as crazy as it sounds, has been the most consistent thing in my life. Consistency is vastly over-looked. The posts as of late…YOU’RE KILLING IT! Never change. And if I may, “XBI4LYF”
just because the press isnt treating trump
thats what yr watching right now
this reminds me of people who buy houses, perfectly nice buildings in a lovely neighborhood
and then flattens them to make McMansions.
kum & go is so magical, here i am in this pic without my cubs hat, looking great
standing alongside the ravishing carrie who i had just met that night in toronto
and yet who is the star of the show? that amazing logo.
kum & go was the giving tree
and we took away its leaves, branches, fruit, and now roots.
this is why i do drugs.
why? whats wrong with me. i feel like my brain is against me. its doing everything it can to stop me from success.
like bro, what would be so wrong with having a home you didnt have to stuff sweatshirts in the door cracks so the heat wouldnt escape? why cant a man have a dishwasher?
i’ll be writing and after One paragraph my head is all
“fuck this. one paragraph is gonna lead to two and then three and before you know it it’s over and you can have a real night of rest. may i interest you in some porn? sports? oh i know heres congress acting a fool.”
whats interesting is this blog has never been something my devil brain has ever used as a distraction or procrastination, because my brain knows ive made books from this content.
which it also hates for some reason.
wtf brain, are you mad i get you stoned so much?
i get you stoned so you’ll behave.
btw fucking cold in LA at night in bidens america.