you will see people with the coolest little red flowers pinned to their collars

its very classy and somber, but because its a poppy my mind always wanders

which is why my soul will probably get sent to hell when its done riding around in my body.

anyways its nice that in canada they truly have respect for their veterans, and not just for one day, but for more than a week. every day you see men women children couples, everyone with that red poppy.

today here in LA if youre lucky you’ll see some guy hang a flag from his flag post.

i got a flag on my flag post.

but im crazy.

also, i was born in washington dc.

which always makes the border guards squint after they ask me where i was born.

they always laugh and say noone is born there.

but people are born there and people die there and some people are even buried there.

im not sure what the good book says about cremation, im pretty sure its against it. so that rules out spreading my ashes off the left field bleachers at wrigley

so when i die i would like to be buried as close to isla vista as possible.

i dont think theres a cemetery there. i guess im pretty glad theres not a cemetery there. but if there was id like to sign up for that.

funny how you always have to sign up for things.

even that.

happy veterans day

happy remembrance day.

photo by ghostgirl

five and a half years ago you were insane, weren’t you?

time flies so fast which is why i write as fast as i can because theres so much to get out.

its 12:05am i was drinking with tomdog and dvl and skampy and mouthy and several others and it was nice to be drinking in venice. and it was sorta a nice place, nikkis so obviously i couldnt find the place

even though it was two blocks from my first apartment ever.

later i got three fish tacos at campos and learned spanish from the fellas.

tried to at least

theres no good translation for asswipe.

pendecko or bendecko seemed to be the consensus but neither of the gentlemen felt very good about it.

do you know why i hate the writers strike?

because theres no bill maher show. love that one.

i got my Format Live at the Mayan dvd in the mail and i danced around like the biggest dork you ever saw.

but because im the super biggest dork of all, i was actually at the show and i asked my companion of she wanted to leave early cuz she had never seen em before and she said really? half way through? and i said, i just paid for the dvd, they’re taping it for us.

and we left and it was super cool to watch what we missed. ha!

a. im not there. with you.

prettiest girl ever called me today and said whats up and i was all where do i begin and she was all i heard you were supposed to be at blogworld and i said ha.

most days i wake up, take a shower, put on clean pajamas and fire up the interweb. yesterday morning i woke up did my thing and looked around to see if someone had left a window open cuz it was butt cold.

by 11am it was still 61 degrees and i was all whats wrong with this picture. isnt this LA.

fortunately the prettiest girl ever came over and its crazy how just one other person in the house can warm it up kid.

maybe ive stumbled into some green solution to heating homes.

its 252am, im supposed to wake up early and take pictures of the writers striking at fox tomorrow. i have two other photographers going, so i dont really have to go, in fact i probably shouldnt go so that theres someone at the computer incase something crazy happens but its sorta bizarre to have famous people holding up picket signs.

i cant get past tom morello on medium and its very sad

if you recall the weekend of halloween i was in TO

and christie knew of a party and it had guitar hero and karaoke in the basement and ritual goat sacrificing in the garage and huge pieces of cement to throw at power lines if your name is chad.

i usually consider myself a nice and polite gentleman but rarely do i meet a brand new group of people, total strangers, and generally like them. particularly if they are dudes. but for some reason these freaks were awesome, it was a killer party, and look they made a damn video, as seen above.

if youre wondering why they stopped filming when we arrived it’s because, well, we’re very loud

and destructive

as seen below

basically i was discovering canada. they should celebrate this day in canada and erect statues of me.

mr matt good had invited me up to take pics of his two shows at the commodore in vancity. for some reason i thought he had a spare room, but no i was on the couch, which was fine with me, especially when the lil doggies jumped on me in the morning to wake me.

i took pics of the show and it was fun and some people recognized me from matts blog or my blog (blogspotted as raymi says) and i met peeps whose blogs i enjoyed. but the best was when this super cute teen was all, youre not really tony pierce. which is quite a pickup line lemme tell you.

i kept snapping pics because thats what i was at the concert to do and halfway through i saw the teen again making out with mr ben allbright and she said hey thats the guy claiming to be tony pierce. and ben said, ashley id like to introduce you to tony pierce. and she let go of ben and walked to me, and her friend took her place making out with ben and she pretty much made it known that i could be the lucky man kissing her.

but for some reason i was all hmmm, hi canada, but sorry there are only a few songs left and i gotta take pics.

later ben found out the hard way that ashleys friend was the younger sister of one of the bartenders, and underage, and when the ladies invited me to bens motel i could only remember matts couch and how i wasnt the rockstar, i hadnt flown up there to defile canada, i was there as a guest and i should act with respect.

biggest regret of my life.

dave markland took one of my blog posts

and made a short film from it called “How to Vote”

even though ive written thousands of blog posts, and several books, and hundreds of poems and stories, and written in dozens of journals and diaries

for some weird reason i never really felt like a writer

until total strangers were saying my words.

oddest feeling ever, i must say.

so since election day is about a year from today,

and in honor of the striking writers, who are are real writers, heres a cool vid.

lauren white, or as i like to call her at all times, raymi the minx came out with a blook called marketable depression way back in 2005.

as fates would have it, i didnt get my autographed copy “tony pierce, suck my dick, xo, Love, Lauren” until last month up in toronto at blogslayerstock.

at a breezy 79 pages, i was able to read the entire book on the plane between TO and LA and i gotta say, i was pleasantly surprised by how well raymi comes across in book form, and how funny the book is.

in it we learn some things about our girl that sorta connect the dots from her blog. we learn about her drug dealing boyfriends, about her time stripping for an online website, and the time she came to LA and ended up in the mental ward.

so many stories, so many jokes, so many ways of explaining to you how awesome she is. crazy thing is, after a while you sorta agree with her. a chick that drunk, that reckless, and that insecure has got to be dead by 22, but no, shes completely on fire and punk rock and girlie and up in ur blogz making u look at her ladyparts.

shes so honest you want to coach her out of saying the things she says in here. she admits several times that she has nothing to say, but she does. and in those rare moments when she doesnt, she can say it in a way thats interesting in itself.

she can do no wrong.

i hope she writes another book very soon because the good news is theres lots of stories in marketable depression but the better news is very few of the stories have solid endings so there are clearly more tales to be told.

by the way there are two more days to vote for her, which you should, here

it was a taping for a tv show that gets broadcasted thru the internets.

i had seen him many years ago at the tibetan freedom concert at the polo fields in frisco when i used to live on the haight. crazy thing about being young and in love in those days were you could stand on a crapy field on a foggy day for hours and hours and hours and not get bored.

wyclef back then just had his guitar and his mind was so scattershot that it matched up with all of ours as we had already seen bjork and beck and the beasties and sonic youth and lord knows what else. god that was long ago.

last night he had a full band and some babe singers and he ran through the crowd and jumped right above my head and danced around on this impossible hand rail and did half his song way up there as i stared at his custom pumas and sometimes the spirit gets in you and you run around and it just gets stronger.

you could feel the magic coming from wyclef even when he was on the stage but standing right next to you it was dazzling.

and once i asked my college professor about creativity and she said that if youre in tune with it, it’s never ending. and id have to believe that dylan and bukowski and picasso and my man from haiti would probably to agree.