we’re all gonna die so i went with the flow

harry carayi dont usually do x rides that early in the evening because theres a good chance the consultants have yet to leave the building

but i have no patience any more and i just turned it on and got this movie producer from the international over to this steak house in beverly hills.

turned out we knew some of the same people. small world.

uber has this thing where it will hook you up with a new ride sometimes before youre finished with the ride you’re still doing, which is what happened

dropped off the producer picked up this quiet businessman who lived in the val.

encino i said and i said it in a happy way, like hey just going with the flow is working out. long trip and we end up somewhere i hardly ever am.

first waze said take the 405, but you know who takes the 405 at 7pm on a monday? sucker MCs.

i aint no sucker MC and neither is my passenger so we took Sepulveda and wound over and to the side of the 405 and it was smooth sailing.

climbed up the hill and boom i was good. figured id be like tom petty and just take ventura blvd back to hollywood but id turn on the Select Only and see if i got lucky. called my mom to ask her what she thought about Jimmy Kimmel being the host of the show and before i knew it i was getting a Select ping.

picked up a beautiful Puerto Rican music exec at a restaurant in Encino. she comes out with two suitcases and friends. suitcases? down here in the Val? to the airport?

to the airport.

and it was so nice. 405 south, sucker MCs, but we were a carpool going the right way. carpool lane was empty. maybe 400 cars all going south, all solo. so weird. we talked about Cuba and JLo and Pitbull.

Uber is the best invention ever, she said.

and told me about how she was in a rush at the Miami airport and just said fuckit and got a cab and it was hot and she had her french bulldog with her and she asked the cab if he could turn on the AC

and he said, i dont turn on the air for

dogs.

i gasped.

she said, that’s my baby!

i said, i know.

and i knew.

saw two big time movies this weekend

yauch

Fences
Meh

Denzel was fine, but whatever. He shouldn’t be directing himself. He needed more emotion instead of memorization of August Wilsons fantastic words.

Viola was fantastic though. And great ending.

Jackie
Meh

Natalie Portman was pretty, but did Jackie O really sound like that? It seemed like she was doing a Marilyn Monroe imitation.

It had no Act 3.

fifteen years of the busblog, just warming up

face paintthe problem with this blog is it rests on its laurels.

the problem with this blog is it has very few laurels.

just because you do something every day doesnt mean its any good.

some couples stay together their whole lives and the whole time it was a poor example

i dont want this to be a poor example.

for most of my life, i repped a baseball team that was a poor example.

one reason i worked hard on the marching band and the nexus and my install business and lick magazine and buzznet and LAist and the LA Times was because the love of my life the chicago cubs was a poor example and it felt super gross to think that it meant that I was a poor example, a loser, a fraud, a nothing. and worse, a lie.

nothing in here is true isnt an excuse its a license to, ironically, keep it real.

and if i had one regret about the last 15 years it is that this very blog has not kept it real for a very long time.

strangely, even though he lies more than ive ever seen, donald trump also keeps it real more than pretty much anyone other than howard stern and my cats.

i have one cat who does not want me to pet her, does not care for my brand of comedy, and if the kitty litter is not up to her standards she will shit wherever she damn well pleases

she keeps it real until the problem is solved.

i love her for that.

i want to love this.

i have so much love inside, but i can’t honestly say that i love what has gone down here in the last few years. obama fro

with that said, i feel good about the future.

i feel free.

for some reason God has decided to keep me healthy and i should do something with that blessing.

i want to do something good for others.

living in LA you see two things

  1. unbelievable wealth
  2. crazy poverty

in a weird way the wealth is good for those of us who don’t have it because it helps us have a goal

even if it is hugely unlikely that any of us will ever live in the hollywood hills or beachside malibu, it’s nice to know that Some of the people there never thought theyd be there neither, and oftentimes what they did to get there wasn’t outrageous illegal immoral or due to genes or luck.

oftentimes creativity, practice, and coming from the heart is all it took.

however once you’re there, then what? once these people have hit it big and done their thing and their kids have grown up, whats the next step?

for all the people i admire the next stem is almost exclusively: help others.

im no scientist but i bet that the chemicals that are released when you give to someone and see how much they love it, live in a totally unique part of the brain.

i think this because when i have that beautiful rush that we all get when we give, it feels like nothing else.

the last girl i kissed is a fantastic kisser with a ridiculous body, but i gave a small bag of hashbrowns to a poor person last week and that feeling was better.

its shocking to experience because tv magazines movies no one prepares you for that.

they all tell us its about sex drugs square footage.

for some of us, it’s about the opposite.

welcome to the age

of the opposite.

do some things get me down?

obey sample saleof course. i am human.

i may appear upbeat on the outside. a lot. in public. even while flying my chopper above hollywood.

but when black people get murdered and white ppl dont even have to spend a full day in jail over it, it depresses me.

what am i supposed to tell my kids?

son, life sucks and then your murderer doesn’t die?

or even charged?

im sorta glad i dont have kids. i wouldnt know what to say. ever. i would try but im pretty sure i would say the wrong things. i always say the wrong things. i would say maybe as black folk we should all have guns.

maybe as black folk we should have our own NRA. and we should go door to door arming black people and registering them to vote.

when i was a kid i went door to door selling candy. did that candy do any good for anyone? nope.

but heres what would happen if black folk went door to door showing people how easy it would be for them to go to a Black Gun Show and getting their guns:

there would be widespread, life changing, life saving gun control laws.

the actual NRA’s head would explode, but maybe black people would stop getting murdered and their killers would stop getting away with it.

sounds drastic. doesnt sound like anything Jesus would do. but at this point, i really don’t know what Jesus would do.

He would pray. He would tell people that when they die they go to Heaven. but what about all of their family who aren’t yet in Heaven? what about all the people who see that when you kill black people you hardly ever pay the price for it?

i have a lot of ideas. i dont like this one. i dont like guns. i dont like fighting fire with fire. i dont even like fighting. but the thing i dont like the most is innocent people dying and guilty people getting away with it.

this year. oh boy. this year.

shut upyep

i wrote in here less than ever before.

which doesnt mean i didnt think about it.

had good sex.

but not a lot of it.

read zero books all the way through.

loved no new records far as i can remember.

loved no new movies so far neither.

is there something wrong with me?

cubs won the world series.

saw more cubs games than ever before.

i wonder if all of these things are related.

ate some good food.

lets make sure 2017 is 100 times better.

fucked up and went to whole foods yesterday

stare down

theres been pros and cons to jeanine not sleeping on my couch any more.

pros are when a dallas cowboy cheerleader tap tap taps on my window i can whisper

meet me at the front door gurl!

cons are: my house is a mess, i havent eaten well, i go out to buy lunch, the dishes are piling up, and the cats are very very sad.

so yesterday i went to lunch with the new girl and i saw whole foods had turkey dinners in the hot serving area. i got turkey breast, mashed up sweet potatoes, green beans, and my favorite: a whole boiled egg.

poleswithin minutes of eating it i knew something terrible had happened in my belly.

it was as if the electoral votes in my gut had decided that they were going to turn into rocks instead of energy and my poop chute blocked up and my pee hole went on strike.

then i had to do some top level computer back end business and the only guy who could help me was in an all day and all night meeting

i could feel myself aging right there at my cubicle.

i wanted to go straight home but it was ben’s bachelor party at the HMS Bounty next door to the Gaylord Hotel.

i knew a lot of my friends who i hadnt seen in a while would be there like ken and ken and brendan and when i got there i got a text message from gregg who was in town and had scheduled a time for us to talk about the busblog redesign.

had i double booked?

where has my mind gone? could i blame the stomach? could i blame the cubs? trump? i could only blame myself. we rescheduled. but boy did i feel like a huge jerk. and my belly felt like there was a black hole spinning in there. something was happening but it was hollow and refused to get extracted.

WHO WANTS TO END UP IN THE TOILET WHEN YOU GET TO MAYBE BE COVERED IN BASEBALL STEAKS?

i threw it a curve by ordering the fish and sticks. it was hipster night at the bar and mama mia did a few of the ladies dress up perfect. but my belly was all, we may not even let you stand up straight, whaddya think of that?

got to bed early.

woke up late. got cleaned up, drove thru BK Lounge and ate some breakfast sandwich.

as i drove to work i saw a young woman pushing a cart with recyclables. she was garbage picking. i stopped when i got to her and offered her my hash browns. she gladly accepted.

that made me feel good. but a mile away my gut woke up. angry. Nebraska was on the cd player. you were in my heart. i called my boss and said i was gonna have to work from home. she was cool with it. so i turned around and here i am in my pjs listening to Dylan and thinking of some good stuff to post.

and dreaming of a quickie nap soon.

today is danielles birthday. shes 24

danielle

i have a new picture of her but im lazy. i have new stories to tell but im tired. what i can reveal is danielle doesnt look even half her age.

she has the energy of a small child who just ate a box of Smarties and drank a gallon of Kool-Aid

she has jokes. she has insights. she has long legs and beautiful hair.

but most importantly she has style.

i mean soul.

Danielle will win you over in seconds, not minutes. you might not believe it, but you should. its real.

she is real. she keeps it real. she kept it real on her blog but she kept it super real by quitting blogging.

heres my list of people im sad quit blogging:

danielle

the pants

anorexism

the LA Times

etienne

danielle got a room at the ace and said a few things and they said omg danielle THE danielle, would you like a free upgrade?

she said yes yes yes. and they said would you like a room with a balcony and a guitar

a room with a balcony and two lines of cocaine

or a room with a balcony and a record player?

she said do you have any Leonard Cohen records and they said, hipster please, of course!

and maybe thats why she was in such a good mood, she knew she had great tunes waiting for her in her room after the show.

happy birthday miss san dieger!

it’s only been a few weeks since the Cubs won the World Series

cubs locker room

it seems like a million years ago because Donald Trump took a giant poop in the punch bowl

REGARDLESS OF THAT

i have been regularly inspired by what they did and i am using it in my daily walk

often i hear myself saying

is it impossible? dude, the Cubs came back from a 3-1 deficit in the World Series

where they had to win the last two games on the road

and not only did they do it

but they finished it all off  in an extra inning game

in the freaking rain!

and people say to me, youre right, i guess anything is possible.

EVEN THIS IS POSSIBLE!

and thats why i will always have warm feelings about 2016

even though it will probably be the last full year before the nuclear winter.

to celebrate Danielle’s birthday

seu jorgewe went to see Seu Jorge at the Ace.

we had a very special guest, a certain news reporter who i had never met before.

i rushed home so i could change clothes (it was colder than i had expected) and get a Lyft to DTLA

danielle chose Terroni, a cool modern italian joint

her longtime doctor bf was there

he and i talked as the ladies chatted

danielle was in fine form, very excited, beautiful, happy, full of life.

it was great to see her again.

our special guest, claudia, was right there with danielle, very energetic, bouncing with danielle

as we walked to the ace danielle handed us sparklers

we walked down broadway and this well dressed black dude freestyled

and then asked us for money

but i was all, hes dressed better than i have ever dressed.

the show was great. it was just Seu and his guitar.

he told some funny stories about learning the Bowie cover tunes

he had never toured with this material before.

the crowd was waaaaay into it.

many were wearing the red caps from the Wes Anderson film, A Life Aquatic, that Seu performed the songs for orignally.

we walked to city hall.

she drove me home.

i fell asleep like a rock.

three beers will do that to me.

fun night all around!