today is ambers birthday

i feel like ive had the luckiest life ever and now im running on bonus time

ive had the greatest friends, the best girlfriends, i got to see the coolest music, and i had the most amazing jobs where they paid me actual monies.

when amber and i first kissed it was at the def leppard kiss concert at the forum

we had been on three dates and i wasnt sure if she liked me

turned out she was getting her hair blown out for every date and wearing all new dresses and stockings

i couldnt believe she kept saying yes to dates and as she told me later she couldnt believe i wanted to be out there with her

when you are a black kid in the suburbs of chicago and you think of california girls you think of blondes who live in bikinis and work in beverly hills

there she was. and there i was in my 50s. and not doing so well on the job front. she did not care. we hit it off and loved LA so much and drove everywhere and talked with everyone and we stayed at a whole bunch of hotels thanks to her discount and

i think about her every day and today i was playing some lady gaga while i took my shower

amber was a little monster. we saw her 2x together.

and then right after two songs that i never get randomly but i love

miley cyrus we cant stop and madonna causing a commotion

and i thought, thats amber saying hi

hi baby

i have so much to do but here i am with you

see the bottom of billy ripken’s bat?

someone wrote Fuck Face on the knob there and tossed it to Billy on Baseball Card Photo Day and fucked up his shit forver.

One of my all time favorite cards and if i had money id get a graded one like that one. i think i have a regular one. but maybe not. thats something youd know

anyways blink 182 played a new song called Fuck Face

and they havent really talked about the song but imma tell the kids about this baseball card bc who knows maybe they got their inspiration from it

and if so, this card is gonna cost a whole lot more than $100 if they start milking it

she keeps telling me she loves me

does she think shes dying? does she love me? did her luck dry up that much?

who could love me? ive literally got nothing right now.

except this fuel.

i seriously cannot sleep im so full of life.

the other day, poor greg, it was his birthday, feb 8, and i was soooo tired from so much lack of sleep, that i had to leave his party “early” at like 1030p. but by midnight i was out. gone.

i had hoped i would stick to that sort of schedule but here i am again at four.

sucks because the cats wake me up sometimes at 9am – omg theyve been so bad lately. eating things they jumped up to get. pooping on the couch. they want me to play with them more but i have no time to always be looking for them to see what theyre up to

also if one of them is pooping, they shouldnt get rewarded with more of me.

i put prince in the cat carrier for two hours every time he poops but he keeps pooping AND he pees in the carrier.

im terrible at so much. how can that beautiful girl love me.

when i write her its all about sex. but in weirdly creative ways which i know sounds impossible because what topic has been over done as much as that one but im telling you, wild stuff comes out and its good and i wish i could share it but

those are just for her.

today i drove 125 miles. did a few airport trips. nearly took a ride down to mission viejo for $75 but sergio told me not to take it because it was surging. little trips tony. keep going back to the airport because it was giving $30 bonuses there

took a rich girl up into the beverly hills and she told me biden was hurting her business of commercial real estate. i asked what are you selling.

she said mostly wherehouses for amazon and stuff.

i got, dont immigrants fill up wherehouses and clean offices and park the cars and keep the grass green

she had lost her voice partying at a tennis tourney in scottsdale so was whispering

i have the greatest life.

got in n out after all that

came home

knocked out a long piece about ushers halftime show

which im very happy about.

also happy i might be ‘working’ for someone i love so much

but not like how this girl allegedly loves me

in a different way

chuck phillips was a hero

he was one of the first LA Times ppl i freaked out from meeting when i did

which was early in my run there

he had written a story that would later get him in trouble

about how this guy in jail told him who killed Tupac

turned out it wasnt true and they had to retract it from the paper and we had to do all these special things on the website

but a few weeks before that he was assigned to do a live chat in my office

and i was all holy shit chuck phillips i used to read you way back in college

he was so nice

so down to earth

and here he is interviewing 2pac back in the day

today mojo nixon died

when i was in college he was the first rock star i ever interviewed. he was hilarious and dirty and funny and weird and gross

and the perfect person to break my cherry with.

we talked about the Replacements, Reagan, Bush, Debbie Gibson and I laughed the whole time.

When I tell you I’ve had the luckiest life, I mean it.

But look how luckier Ken Layne was:

RIP Mojo

today i gave Beyonce advice on Word in Black

the other day at the Grammys Jay-Z noted that his wife Beyonce has more Grammys than anyone (32) but hasn’t won any for Album of the Year.

So I spell out the situation, who she lost to, what people like Adele and Harry Styles has said, and what I am pretty sure she can do to win it.

What Does Beyonce Have to Do to Win Album of the Year?

it’s my first time writing for Word in Black, which I am extremely excited about.

on Friday I will have something up there about Black NFL Head Coaches.

Los Angeleno: He Once Slept Outside an L.A. Church, Now He’s Their Top Chef

originally posted here on Los Angeleno, but they have turned their site inside out.

Caesar Sotelo overcame his drug addiction and cooks for those who need it most.

Caesar Sotelo sits on a stool in the kitchen of a church on Fountain Avenue in Little Armenia. Smiling.

To the thousands that drive past it each week, Hope International Bible Fellowship might appear like a typical church with a typical name. But for Sotelo, it’s so much more because last September he was sleeping on its stairs at night, struggling with heroin addiction.

Today, he is sober, bright-eyed and optimistic. And he’s the head chef at the church kitchen, tasked with providing hundreds of meals a week for the throngs of homeless men and women who line up twice a day for a home-cooked meal.

“I had never been a cook before, but now I walk down the street and people say, ‘Hey, there’s the chef!’” Sotelo says with a laugh.

“I’ve always had a love for the kitchen because my mom was a great cook,” Sotelo says. “I would always sit with her in the kitchen and ask ‘Mom, what are you doing? What’s this?’ So I have always had it in my heart. And I have always had the gift of having my mom’s flavor, which separates me from other people. The beauty is when people eat here, sometimes it brings tears to their eyes and they will say, ‘Oh it’s like my mom or grandma cooked it.’”

During the throes of his addiction, things weren’t always so positive for Sotelo and his family. The Santa Barbara native was thrown out of the house on several occasions due to the circumstances surrounding his drug use. He made his way to L.A. where he struggled. And when he returned to the Central Coast, he made do where he could, since he was not welcome anywhere else.

“The thing is I had no faith. I was hopeless,” he says, “I lived under a bridge in Santa Barbara for seven months. I just cried a lot. Not even my family wanted me around. They wanted nothing to do with me because of my addiction.”

His biggest challenge in Santa Barbara? Finding a wholesome meal.

“You can always find someone to give you drugs, but it can be very hard to find someone to give you a plate of food,” Sotelo says.

He decided to venture back to L.A. one more time and landed in East Hollywood, where he found the Hope church on Fountain Avenue a few blocks west of Vermont Avenue. The church hosted Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, fed the needy and seemed relatively safe.

“I came here with such a defensive attitude,” Sotelo says. “There were a lot of arguments involved. It was all about having an attitude outside of these doors. Because out there you have to act that way. You have to be tough or else, you know. I got assaulted twice before I came here.”

He was turning 40 and he had nothing but the clothes on his back.

“I was scared,” he says, “I didn’t want to walk around. I would eat here.” And so, he began volunteering at the church all day.

Then, he did something unusual for him. He prayed.

“I asked God, ‘What’s my mission? You don’t want to take me with you,’” he says, adding, “I had three overdoses already. I had no direction. No meaning for my life. ‘Show me what you want.’”

“When it was about 9 p.m., I would have to leave,” he says. “So I would just prefer to stay here like in a safe — and, of course, it was a church, I felt secure.” So he slept on the steps.

One day he was volunteering and overheard that a bed had become available. Later that day he heard of a second one. He mentioned that he was looking for housing and thanks to his work ethic and personality, he was given one of the church’s six beds. Eventually, he discovered he could cook.

“I see this is the mission he has for me … because I love helping others,” he says.

“When I cook and I am in the kitchen, I picture my mom next to me,” he says. “I could be having a bad day or a bad moment, but as soon as I come into the kitchen, it goes away. I used to go out there eating from the trash and getting sick from what I ate. But now, I get to cook from my heart and that’s the difference.”

Leaning up against a wall in the back kitchen is Jason Huyck, an alumnus of the church’s Men’s Recovery Program. He was the chef right before Sotelo got the role. Huyck stepped down once he graduated from the program.

“I passed the baton to Caesar, but I couldn’t be more different,” Huyck says. “I was mashed potatoes and meatloaf and homestyle White Boy food. But Caesar arrived and added some flavor to it and I love it.”

Huyck’s family are farmers from Upstate New York. “So we are all about casseroles. My specialty was Everything But The Kitchen Sink Casserole,” he says.

Now that he has graduated from the program, he continues to volunteer at the church and also works at the San Fernando Valley Rescue Mission.

Huyck says Sotelo was a good cook immediately but there was one issue when he began — his portions were too small. “Everybody has this problem when they start here,” Huyck says. “We’re used to cooking for a family of four — or less — and then to cook for 100-plus takes a little getting used to.”

Sotelo seems to have gotten used to it. “I like to make enough for seconds now,” he says. “People are hungry. This could be their first meal in a long time. It could be their last.”

“When I cook Mexican food for them, they enjoy it,” Sotelo says. “They love spiciness. We have a mix in our homeless community. There are lots of races and colors, but they love spicy.”

He says they love his mole, his green chile adobo and, recently, his brisket. Trader Joe’s and Whole Foods regularly donate produce to the church; which for Sotelo illustrates the 180-degree change in his life as those were the dumpsters that he used to dive to feed himself. Now, they deliver that food to him. Gratis.

Ben Falcioni, who grew up outside of Pasadena, is the director of the church’s Men’s Recovery Program. “Caesar is a joy to be around,” he says, “He wasn’t always, but that’s a testament to his commitment, and his striving to be better and to learn and grow.”

Falcioni, who was also once homeless and addicted to heroin, has been working at the church for the last eight years. He’s watched the neighborhood slowly gentrify and tolerance wane for the charitable work the church does.

In a heated thread on the NextDoor app last month, a neighbor of the church complained about the fact that they feed the homeless. She suggested that the church move. Her neighbors on the app overwhelmingly disagreed.

“She’s not alone though,” Falcioni says. “We’ve been here a long time feeding the homeless and it’s not without complaint from the neighbors. The neighborhood is gentrifying. There are people moving here who don’t want ‘those’ people in their neighborhood.”

Falcioni says the church works with the neighborhood council, the city councilman, local police and the city attorney — who has a prosecutor that specializes in homelessness — to make sure their good deeds remain safe and lawful.

“We don’t just love the homeless, we love our neighbors,” Falcioni says. “It’s foolish to think everyone is going to love this. They love it in theory, but maybe not in their backyard.”

can you separate the artist from the art?

i can. i hope you can too because im not perfect. i have done bad things. i have broken sweet girls’ hearts after promising id never. im probably not even gonna go to heaven.

but dont punish my fiction or my prose or my podcasts. those were my apologies.

i still listen to ted nugent. kid rock. and can appreciate trump’s appearances on stern back in the day.

kid rock put on one of the best concerts i ever saw. he had joe c, the little guy running around, he had a black lady drummer with a giant afro. showed up in a fur coat and track pants.

sue me, i love fur coats.

i love many many things if i thought about i probably wouldn’t choose but i still like em. youve never seen that picture of Magic in a fur coat? hall n oats?

hopefully it was faux but what can i tell you? my grandma had real furs, minks, rabbits. her great grandma was a slave. i give that woman permission to wear whatever she wants. and flaunt her wealth how she wants. love her. she beat me. with a shiny purse with a gun in it. totally unpc today. maybe could go to jail for that. but who cares. not me. i love her so much. i am her in so many ways and i love it. i wish i was more of her in more ways.

she would have demanded to get out of that jail. WHY IS A BLACK WOMAN IN HERE FOR LOVING HER GRANDSON WITH THE BACK OF MY HAND? HALF THESE NAPPY ASS HEATHENS BEHIND THESE BARS WOULDNT BE HERE IF SOMEONE LOVED THEM ENOUGH TO BEAT THEIR BLACK ASSES.

how do i know she would have said that? because she said it outloud all the time anywhere we went. so embarrassing but also wonderfully entertaining.

4 people at the grocery store. Grandma rolls her cart up now its 5. IF I WAS WHITE I BET REGISTER 3 WOULD HAVE OPENED UP BUT IM NOT IM BLACK. A BLACK WOMAN TRYING TO TAKE CARE OF HER FAMILY BUT YALL DONT CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE D— suddenly a register would ding open and everyone would watch her get her way.

they tell me this director or that was bad or evil or even criminal.

ok. what was his apology like?

etienne and i have been chatting

just know nothing i do regarding my heart
my financials
my career
my creativity
or my diet

makes any sense.

if there was a button that said correct choice

it would be the least touched button on my dashboard

but graciously, the Lord Above has saved my ass time and time again

for example when i was at santa monica college and pumping gas in beverly hills

i was torn between going to uc santa barbara and ucla

i had zero idea ucsb was a party school. the internet hadnt even been created. there was no way to know unless you had gone there,

it didnt become notorious until the years i was there

pure coincidence, i assure you

but i sincerely went there because i thought it would be easier for me to study

since it was away from LA and all the distractions here.

i swear.

but the Lord turned that mistake into a good thing.

(the greatest thing.)

etienne and i had some very high highs and very low lows.

there is something about her, still, that inspires me

i was writing her while under all these meds and too much sleep and these words just came flowing out and they were funny and creative and i just sat back as part of the audience because they were doing all the work and she was crying and i was laughing

it was such a flow i probably could have written a books worth of psychedelic romantic comedy all while asking about some of our past moments and she answering honestly and in such a lovely way

one thing i told her in this long flow ended like this

we must have been married 500 years ago and had a messy divorce over a misunderstanding that was revealed with a dna test long after i was hung

she wants to start a dog rescue down there so i made up a name and a poster

 

 

covid with kaiser

 

9:15pm – take the self Covid test I had received from Kaiser. It was positive.

9:30pm – call Kaiser “hey I tested positive, can I get some Paxlovid?” They tap tap tap on the compute and tell me a doctor will call me back.

11pm: I call back to their pharmacy. Yo! The nice lady says she sees the request but it hasn’t been approved yet. She’s gonna text someone.

11:15pm: I fall asleep. 3:30am: I wake up. No messages on my phone. ?!?! I call again. This person says I need to call for an appointment to talk to a doctor and that doc will prescribe the Paxlovid. “You can’t just call in for a medicine.” I say great. Can you transfer me? “No.”

3:45am. I call Appointments. Guy says next appointment is tomorrow at 9pm. But says if I go to the website I can have a doc call me back in 5 minutes. I ask, “you have a computer, you can’t book this through your computer?” No.

4am: I get to the computer. Book the appointment. Says someone will call me back in 5 minutes.

4:45am I tweet the madness because no one has called me back. I begin to see why they make so much in profit and why so many in LA are ill.

5am: I go back to the website. Request a video call. I get a wonderful Jamaican woman who says because I’ve had kidney stones I need a blood test to make sure I can even get Paxlovid. She is apologetic and wonderful. But I have to stay up for 3 hours to get the test bc even though I live near Kaiser’s flagship hospital, it’s not truly 24/7 and she tells me if I go in the afternoon, it may not get the results until late in the evening.