the phone rang, it was zulieka

zuliekabut it wasnt the phone, it was the text messenger.

tony, i am in LA, lets make love.

but thats not at all what it said. but thats what i read.

thats what i read every time she writes anything.

for twelve years i have been following every word americas favorite half japanese half naughty nurse has written in americas favorite mommy blog.

and surprise surprise she was in LA and was wanting to hang out. with who? with me?

so i switched over to speaker phone and dialed her up. i was in malibu. deep in malibu. but no matter where she said she was, i was ready to go there.

hi tony! im in a car. its a convertible. so i cant hear very well. can i call you back tonight?

of course!

she called me back. that night. she was in santa monica at the home of a famous writer director. we made plans to meet the next afternoon for a late lunch. when i arrived she was playing the french horn so i took a picture. i learned in our high school marching band that if a girl enjoyed sticking her hand up a french horn she probably liked lots of things. so i said zulieka, how are you prettier than the last time i saw you many years ago. two children ago?

it was no line. she was prettier and somehow shorter and lovelier. her dress was a size small but still not tight enough for LA standards, nor short enough. but the truth was written all over her face. she loved me. and missed me and was happy to see me. and likewise. im sure.

the writer director was a wonderful man. zulieka has good tastes as you can imagine. we talked about LA punk rock, lone justice, X, elvis, tom waits. then i took your girl to sushi and she was all, im half japanese youre gonna have to do a whole lot better than this.

so i said, americas sweetheart heather “the rabbit” havrilesky is having a party far far up in her mountain retreat. lets all go in the writer director producers porsche. and we did. and they were both loved by our friends. it was a joyous night. new friends were made and new schemes were plotted.

i tried to convince your girl that if she really loved LA she should move from mass, a place she doesnt love. FOR THE KIDS. i told her that children need to learn at an early age that if they dont like somewhere or someone that time is short. life is precious. and fleeting! vamoose! turn the page bob seger! she said but money?! i said it grows on trees. look at it growing over there.

she said tony. i said fine, i’ll marry you and pay for everything. she said but i want another child. i said i’ll go on youtube and learn how they are made. she said but the children love their father. i said who doesnt love their father? who doesnt want somewhere fun to spend their summer vacations while their new father gets some alone time with his wife?

she said you have everything figured out. i said i do. she said yes you do. i said i do.

then she said did you ever put that left over lobster in your fridge?

i said, see how desperately i need a thoughtful wife?

i may not be a huge success but im not a fucking sellout asshole liar

head of the DEA

this is Drug Enforcement Administration chief Chuck Rosenberg.

just look at him.

his whole life he has seen people smoke weed.

he knows people who have smoked weed.

but one thing we know for sure: he has never ever ever seen someone smoke weed and die.

he hasn’t even read about it.

but yesterday he got on the mic and said that, indeed, marijuana should be considered just as dangerous as LSD and heroin.

heroin, of course, is a drug where if someone takes too much of it they will die.

but Drug Enforcement Administration chief Chuck Rosenberg doesn’t want to do the right thing today.

he doesn’t want to say, weed has never killed anyone. it’s easy to stop doing. and it’s easy to regulate.

it’s as easy to deal with as booze or cigarettes, and in fact we could make a ton of money off sales tax and other sorts of taxes if we wanted.

but instead of that we want to lock people in jails, and take their shit, and take their money and ruin their lives.

Drug Enforcement Administration chief Chuck Rosenberg basically said yesterday that the laws surrounding marijuana are more dangerous than the plant itself

and thats ok with him

because he’s a fucking tool

on the take

just like his predecessor

and the one before that one.

this is the biggest thing im disappointed in obama about.

because he fucking knows too.

two years ago yesterday we lost a giant

Academy-to-Robin-Williams-Genie-youre-free_zpsfc4ec9aathe reason everyone should blog is maybe if everyone blogged we would know when more people are battling things.

and we’re all battling things.

some are fighting more serious things than others and need a little more help.

robin williams was so beloved can you imagine the outpouring of support that he would have had if we had known?

pretty sure lots of people would have also gotten that love.

but the first part of it is we have to know.

life is so very complicated

it’s better that it’s complicated but it can make it so hard.

superstars are just like us. they should be more like us. they should write in public. they should use instagram. they should tweet. we should give them a break once in a while though.

not everyone can afford a social media wunderkind.

life shouldnt ever be determined by money.

and it should never be ruined by fame.

i can’t help thinking if robin williams was a mid level manager he would have gotten the treatment he needed.

but because he was super famous he thought he had to do something different than everyone else.

but as sting once said, if only you knew how fragile we are.

six years ago today i wrote something about remembering but i forgot

thanks for reminding me Andrea!

“remember who you are”

learn yr strengths and dig in to them.

while youre young accept new challenges, and remember if youre breathing youre young.

do a few things that force you to be patient, which might require you to not do a damn thing.

if you havent learned something valuable for your job, dont go home yet.

have a hero and mimic them privately, have them be your fantasy mirror.

trust people. love people. and if you must hate them, do it quickly and then find something admirable and make that your new secret nickname for them.

remember who you are. remember who you used to be. and remind yourself who you wanna be.

its never too late to be great. its never to soon to shoot for the moon.

now is as good as later,

in fact its a little better.

today is national lazy day

lazy kidwhen andy warhol would talk to Lou Reed he’d ask, have you written any songs today?

Lou would say something like “I wrote Heroin yesterday”.

Andy would say, “that was yesterday. this is now 1:42pm, you should have written a song this morning and one at lunch already.”

and Lou would take the needle out of his arm and say, fine, and write Andy’s Chest or Waiting on the Man.

a week later theyd have a similar conversation and before Lou knew it the Velvet Underground had an entire album of songs ready to go.

Andy was just as prolific and his critics could argue that he was using the printing press or interns to help him, he would say work doesnt mean you have to stretch a canvas, mix your paints, treat the canvas, have a glass of wine and meditate and then start painting to create work. all that was required to work is that you start working.

i can go through major lazy periods where i dont do anything but lay in my bed and whisper sweet nothings to the cheerleaders and before i know it it’s Sunday afternoon and time to read the bible and do laundry. because i know how lazy i can get i often find myself with more than one job.

in frisco i had three jobs because that place did not inspire me one bit to make art. or write. or rule. it was pretty but that was it. im glad im gone and i rarely go back. LA is my lady because this place has an underground railroad of hits rumbling under the surface.

even though the mainstream media would have you believe that the only places of interest are either along the coast or from santa monica through downtown, theres massive amounts of energy in the valley, in the hood and East of LA.

why dont they cover those areas?

because theyre lazy.

and if andy warhol was their boss he’d hit em with a flower.

dear tony, is it easy to fly a copter in LA?

copter

dear tony,

i’m interested to learn more about the xbi. namely, why LA? aren’t the skies filled with helicopters anyway?

first of all theres no such thing as the xbi.

secondly, yes there are some helicopters in LA but most of them are cops or for the news or traffic. but id say they only account for a dozen or so. then there are the tourist ones that fly visitors over the city.

if there was an undercover group of super heroes who actually didnt have any super skills, they were just trained really well, there might be a job or two for someone who flew a helicopter.

specifically a black helicopter.

and if he was really good at it, the agency, if one existed, would probably set him up in a swanky mansion somewhere up in the hills where no one would expect a sloppy dressed dude in a cubs hat.

why a mansion?

where else would you land the copter?

house

the best part of life is never knowing what the hell

replacements shit hits the fans

my favorite record was a tape

my favorite movie had no end

my favorite book completely confuses me

my favorite team barely won

the best part of life is just rolling with it and seeing whats next.

once i met this girl who had, not the official version of my favorite tape,

but someone had made it for her and it was in her car.

and i said i love you, come with me, to the sea.

she said im taken. i said, can i have this tape then.

she said no, i love this tape.

i said look me in my eyes.

and we just looked at each other for a while.

and it was the best part of life.

keira-anne and miss 604 are in town

rebecca and keira

two of my favorite BC bloggers Miss 604 and keira-anne.com have come to your favorite southern california metropolis and they really wanted to go to a Dodger game.

why? well because all they have in vancouver is professional softball and semi-pro ping pong

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and lord knows they dont have Super Dodger Dogs

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thanks to a fascinating dude who went to camp with Rebecca, we got incredible lower level seats (for free) that were perfectly situated in the shade and yet pretty much right behind home plate

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the dude is named Preston and he travels around the nation where he creates art based on baseball stadiums. he also draws Disney princesses sporting the baseball jerseys of the park he’s at. he tweets where he is sitting and his fans come running to collect free art.

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it was a hot day on Saturday so we walked around the park to take in the sights. it was Keira’s first MLB game.

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it was also my first Dodger game of the year, so when we bought beers i was so shocked that it cost $17 a beer that it didn’t sink in until yesterday that the Dodgers were gouging their fans that horribly.

$17 is more than i pay for a half a tank of gasoline.

how is one beer equal to half a tank of gas?

Magic Johnson and the Dodgers should be ashamed.

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to protest we drove over to Echo Park and drank MexiCokes and ate real tacos

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then we went to Mohawk Bend and drank actual beers

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and then we went to Tony’s Bar in DTLA and ate actual pizza next door.

brunch

along the way we even picked up Emilio Reyes (not pictured) and had a delicious brunch.

everyone went to Disneyland yesterday. today and tomorrow expect to see some pool party action.

my landlady hates me so much

green suit joker

that yesterday she agreed to meet me at my apartment to see the space in the back of my apartment

i told her that i want to put a washer dryer back there and she asked about the hookups

i said there are hookups and a vent for the dryer and its right next to the gas line.

she said i want to see it. so yesterday she came over with an “expert” and they saw it.

and of course it was perfect and beautiful.

and she said, well we have always thought about converting one of those garages back there

into a laundry facility

so we could alleviate this problem for

ALL

of the tenants.

i live in an 8-unit apartment.

at least 5 of them already have their own washer dryer.

so she’s gonna spend at least $2k converting the garage and $4k on two washer dryers

for 3 tenants.

just so i cant have one in my own crib.

she pays $6k, I pay $zer0 k?

k.