super sad dude gets in my uber

im all, why the long face

and he tells me.

people tell me their problems all the time.

only a few times do they ask, whats a guy who can afford a benz doing driving for uber?

but this one dude the other day did.

and i said,

we can all afford a benz.

ours is the Kingdom of Heaven

but we run around all thinking that ours is the Butthole of Poop.

ours aint any such thing.

especially American ours.

we have clean air clean water habitable conditions and we arent fighting a war at home.

sure some of us get shot by cops or gangs or the occassional mass muderer but its not like jets are zooming around above us dropping loads on E Street

we have such a bigger advantage to people in other countries, regardless of who our president is

what color we are

or any of our every day minutia that can drive us crazy.

and i know at times it can feel like a disaster.

words can be said and they trigger you like theyre the meanest words ever

politicians can do things or say things or threaten things

facebook commentors, bad drivers, junk mail from your credit union constantly trying to sell you insurance.

neighbors, sprawl, the blind as bat umpires in the replay office in new york.

or churches who turn on their sprinklers at night, every night, ruining your sweet car wash.

but theres a reason the good book says and i paraphrase fuck the bullshit of this earth

yours is the kingdom of heaven.

some can say its a fake out written by the rich so the huddled masses dont rise up and burn it all down

but thats too easy.

the poor couldnt even read the bible most of the time, and most of That time it was written in Latin.

and secondly point me to the politician or king who ever said,

never mind the here and now

lets instead focus on Paradise.

not even one of the phony Christians in congress would

dare go there.

dude in my uber says, my girlfriend wants it all the time

and i just want to sleep when i get home.

and he starts crying.

and that is what every problem sounds like, probs

to the man upstairs

waiting for you

above.

such a full weekend omg

ubes had a promotion that i thought i could pull off: 15 rides for $80, so i did 5 on Friday after work, which wasn’t so tough because i was able to start at 1:30pm because they gave us a half day

which meant i had to do 10 on Saturday, which i figured i could do if i started before noon. but who really starts before noon when theres a long legged blonde walking around your bachelor pad?

got out at noon. and murphys law every ride was long except one. which i was fine with because the long rides are more money and the name of the game is money so fuckit. after about 6 hours i had my 10 rides

BUT

i had not accepted some so i had to get my acceptance rate up by doing MORE rides but luckily those were around Hollywood. and i was home before the sun went down and i had all that money (about $115, plus the $80 bonus), so i would say it was a successful Saturday.

and i learned a valuable lesson: a day of uber x rides, if you can get the multipliers working for you, are just as profitable as the 3-4 Select rides that rarely turn out to be long hauls. and i am soooo much happier when i am busy. the people are always great. they love me and i love them right back. two people asked for my card because they wanna be friends and i was all ooooooh, im a terrible friend, but whatever.

last night amber and i saw Baby Driver and it was fantastic. ed wright is a genius. and now hes great at car chases too. who knew.

tomorrow AJ and i are seeing Roger Waters at Staples and it should be a spectacle.

today though i am getting reviewed at work.

i never do well in work reviews.

people who have to see me every day, i think i wear on them. i think im too much.

i try so hard though.

i wish people knew.

and i was so great oscars night.

cross your fingers.

my cookie has expired

sort of a perfect day

one ride after another, little ones, long ones,

profitable, not worth it

a cancel from an elusive good one.

two teenage you tube stars;

a vegas cocktail waitress heading home after a mid week soiree with a new love;

dude picking up his girlfriend for a romantico italiano dinner on their one year anniversary

another dude who had been hanging at a high price veggie and fruit store

said he goes there on friday nights and drinks coffee

because models shop there.

(which is true)

then two PR peeps who told me about the last time they were actually star struck.

one of the youtube stars had just recorded a song i said is it on apple she was all yes

blushing in the backseat, her bff laughing saying i know all the words

i held my phone and said PLAY SIERRA JUST THIS MOMENT

and it found it and

this girl sang soooo — like she was 30.

this girl was 17.

i said quit school.

she said i wanna learn production.

i said fall in love, and write a song a day like what andy warhol told lou reed

and when you break up write three a day.

wild mood swings

if libras are one thing we are lovers

if we are two things we are peacemakers and lovers

if we are three things it’s

cool

under

pressure.

which is why the xbi is filled with libras.

maybe something happens at 50 though

or maybe it’s the fact that the cubs won the world series and life no longer has meaning

but things have been bothering me recently.

the dumbest things.

the dumbest things in the world.

things that have zero meaning in the universe when it comes right down to it.

and earth to tony: goal posts do move. people change their minds about things.

people are not completely predictable reliable narrators.

and, no, not everyone is transparent.

so what.

yours is the kingdom of heaven.

run away from things of the earth.

fucking meek are gonna inherit this

ignore this.

jesus didnt run around getting pissed off deep down inside about this or that.

there were a few times, sure, in the money changing temple

in that super big crowd for some reason

and right when he was gonna get ratted out.

im sorry, BETRAYED

but for the most part he was chilly chill.

got home today and i wanted to cry.

even though i had the best uber ride with these two mexican kids on their way to the snoop dogg show

west LA to staples on 2.5 surge.

maybe some people cry when theyre happy.

maybe some people can get happy.

me, as they trained us way back when,

i just get hungry.

you know someone respects you

and considers you their friend

if they send you pics of their naked body covered in either

shingles

herpes

stress rash

sun rash

BDSM bites

and/or panic attacks.

for some reason Mary thinks I’m a doctor.

far as i know her man is a world renowned surgeon, but me she sends her gross pics to.

but i’ll take it because i have nothing better to do than sit in bed with a differnt hot blonde doing gross google searches as the tv flickrs and the cats peek under the closed door and the wind

blows

and the trucks back up outside

beep beep beep beep

called my city representative yesterday.

got his lackey.

actually got the lackey’s assistant.

that dude DID NOT want me to leave a message, but i convinced him to allow it anyways. i left a message.

dude left ME a message the next day which was full of baloney.

one thing i like about Mary is she isn’t full of baloney. at least not to me. which is something that i also consider respectful.

when people feed me bs i consider it this:

Tony, I know you’re not a dummy but i’m hoping on this one topic you are, so heres a ton of malarkey im gonna toss at you.

because you probably are a dummy.

but im not.

i just dont know what causes rashes.

and im secretly trying to find something – anything – else to look at in your nudes.

debating seeing Roger Waters

apparently this show is amaze

also hes 73

rock stars dont last this long

except for the Stones, i know,

and zep

WHATEVER

tix are like $181

the screens are supposed to be like U2, incredible

and i do love those songs

but they do depress me sometimes

amber has been paying rent, so maybe i should be happy about that and use that money for tix

but i wanted to use that money to pay off the national debt.

because debt is bad, mmmmkay? but missing great rock shows is also bad.

do you see the problems i have in my life?

we’re all gonna die.

i should probs go to the rock show. so i have something to talk to St. Peter about.

cuz lord knows i dont have any good stories up my sleeve,

and all the angels and saints are dying for rock reviews.

and not tales of freedom.

pretty sure soon big businesses are gonna know your every move

your beloved phone rats you out all day

every day

all night.

even if you dont facebook, the GPS tracker is on

even if you dont twitter, your email is tied to a giant company and

that company literally let Bush and then Obama

and now Trump

totally dig their paws through your data.

it’s gotta be a Pandoras Box for someone like the current POTUS

and thats probably why he’s PISSED all the time

that sort of knowledge can do a number to a stable man

imagine if youre unhinged.

today he fired Sean Spencer, the clown prince

he might replace him with Laura Ingram which would be a laugh riot.

all i know is this.

if i was Samsung, and I wanted to take a giant bite out of Apple’s phone sales, i would make a device that wouldn’t rat you out.

id make an email system that’s totally secure.

and i wouldn’t use cell towers to do the communique, id use proxy servers and flubbystones.

people would pay double what theyre paying right now

because to a certain extent, privacy does mean something to some of us

and where theres a demand, there’s a price.

made up my mind, wont turn around

all the years of music.

all the years of Christianity.

then, not that long ago, comes Gospel music.

pure American if ever there was a thing.

black people singing, preaching, witnessing, combining the blues with choral hymns.

but better.

the god in the godfathermother of rock n roll.

free.

soulful.

hopeful.

you can invent a dance craze that comes and goes, you can invent a pocket fisherman, you can even invent a Pet Rock

which are all brilliant. but how do you just come and create the most joyful noise, the most beautiful spiritual sound of all.

the songs of slaves, not of their native tongue, a true light in the darkness

a retelling of the greatest stories ever told.

how you gonna do that without

singing about it.

picked up a beautiful woman in a high cut black dress

in a good part of town. i had just washed my car. and i was thinking about putting on jazz.

as she approached she seemed younger than 30 so i switched over to todays sounds, sung by women, mostly.

she got in and we hit it off immediately. she was going to a graduation party for some of her fellow med students.

i had a soon-to-be surgeon in the back seat.

i asked her how come in movies theyre always cutting off peoples legs.

she said if you get an infection and it screws with the main blood flow or the big bone, then your leg dies anyways and there you are with a dead leg.

so you my as well cut the damn thing off.

the earlier the better.

she said back in the day, the kings would be fragile from other dumb things that they did in medicine back then and they’d break a leg and it would just die there. but no one had the guts to tell the king, dude, your leg is dead, it smells, and every time your butler pulls out the footstool, IT STINKS UP THE JOINT

one of the leading causes of old school leg deaths: too much sugar leading to diabetes.

i was sipping on a super big gulp of Classic Coke at the time.

rolled down the window and threw it right into the traffic.

im telling you, i learn something with every trip.