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today i drove around like santa claus

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i didnt expect to actually talk to anyone but i was invited into the most beautiful home

with the greatest view.

every night the Dodgers light off fireworks they get to take it in from their deck.

can you imagine?

i have known the greatest people.

maybe thats what this podcast should be.

maybe shane is right: who needs a gimmick when you have the busblog?

all i have to do is talk to the people i already know

and their friends and family

and thats the show.

it could at least be the first 5 seasons.

22 episodes a season, so 110 people?

do i know 110 interesting people?

of course.

was very disappointed when i left their home and drove through the jack in the box

theyve already discontinued their McClucker sandwich or whatever they call it.

it was incredible: fried boneless chicken breast, guac, bacon, mayo, tomato.

theyd even kiss you on the forehead if you got the combo with curly fries

when i didnt see it on the screen i asked is this a mistake

the voice on the box said

you’re in the best part of LA for tacos and youre in jack in the box so dont ask me about mistakes

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it seems like life is a struggle between not giving a shit

and very much giving an incredibly important shit.

and as with most things, the Good Book has advice.

chill.

consider the lilies and the birds and all the things without iphones it sorta says

and 401ks and Hinge accounts

God takes care of all of those creatures

so of course He’s gonna take care of us too.

in fact nowadays the lilies’ biggest threat

is man, ironically.

God’s favorite.

it’s funny that the older ive gotten

the less i worry about what people think

and the more i worry about what God thinks

and even though i have no children

i worry about the planet that i will leave behind for them.

am i fucking it up by driving cars?

do you know how much i love driving?

for five years i would intentionally head into Los Angeles traffic

to pick up stressed out, high powered, sometimes stuck up

movers and shakers of Century City and Beverly Hills

and race them to LAX.

do you know how much i loved doing that?

learning who these people were after 10 minutes?

hearing about every person’s life, family, travel plans, life plans

and sometimes,

the most intimate fears and sadnesses.

i had to stop driving after 3am on weekends

even though the rates were high and the traffic was nil

though more dangerous

because the vibe in the car got dark after 3am.

either it was people who got what they wanted

and were super disappointed.

or did not get what they wanted and were super bummed out.

one guy cried and cried in the back of my car

an actor.

a sweet, young, gay actor from somewheres else who got rejected

and had had a bad day anyway

and was now going home alone a loser.

and i said

i couldnt be more the opposite of you

or your running mascara

but we do share a real love of the arts.

so let me leave you with this

the next time you are playing a role where you have to be

really fucking sad

remember this night.

my name is tony and sometimes i pick fights on twitter

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i feel like i need to

i feel like if youre gonna say the dumbest thing

in public

and no one else says wtf

then i have to say it

otherwise theyre going to think they can keep on going with that horse caca

(not pictured)

had two excellent conversations today while getting in my steps.

the first was with a major in the armed forces

we’d probably be best friends if he didnt live in an igloo

he threeway called us with a famous fotographer – neither of us have talked in forever

we talked about one of our friends who had lost his job and his manager broke up with him

we discussed very complex and sensitive items

laughing and speaking over each other like no time had passed since we last partied

they were drinking, i was walking at a brisk pace bc i was cold

the second phone conversation was held at my home

a beautiful woman who in the middle of the conversation said

im no longer beautiful.

i said prove it.

later a noise startled my cats and they tore ass under my bed.

nothing bad has happened to these animals

ever in their lives.

the most trauma theyve ever experienced was

when i trim their nails a few times a year

on my bed!

and yet.

the day began at 230pm when i had a 90 minute call with a gentleman in columbia

couldnt have been nicer.

because my sleep is so backwards i had to set my alarm

so i would not miss the 230pm call.

much of texas right now has no power.

people are freezing cold.

the governor is blaming green energy.

i say prove it.

 

today i talked for an hour with a very good man

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as we chatted i walked to target, then up to hollywood blvd

then through los feliz

then through the grocery store

then thru yr heart

got home and cooked

didnt clean

didnt work

played with the cats which is something i try to do more of because

i have no idea how much amber played with them

but for years she was around and

now shes not

so i dont want them to feel alone

i dont want them to be unloved just bc its cold.

somewhere i read that if kids dont get a lot of love they’ll turn psycho and probably surround themselves with guns when they get older

i dont want any gloomy emo cats googling ways to get ar-15s when im on my walk

whats weird about them is they dont like to be pet at the same time

life is all about normal things on paper

that in reality doesnt happen.

only if i get a fire going in the fireplace do the cats allow me to pet them at the same time

but whos got time for that

i had television to watch

and importing things to avoid.

thirty one years ago i had dinner with the B-52s

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i remember very little of it

im starting to think thats good

maybe i want to be the person that someone says oh yeah i met him and i remember nothing

because if you are that person that means i wasnt rude to you

i didnt do anything outrageous

i just showed up, shook hands, gave you an autograph

hugged you without groping

and went on with my day.

i literally have nothing to prove any more.

my only goals are to make my momma happy and the Lord not want to cross me off the Good List.

the only thing i really remember from that day was the food was good.

it was right there in the Thunderdome where they would play later that night. Biggest tour theyd ever have. and i thought this: when they planned out their tour they probably thought oh we’re gonna play LA then SF, lets see if we can play at the college in between in Santa Barbara.

and they probably thought oh we can go shopping eat at a great restaurant, go to the beach

but im not sure they did any of that.

im pretty sure they just stayed near the arena the whole day or in their tour busses.

they were adults. there was no food fights. there wasnt even any weed aroma.

i remember a different band that asked us to find cocaine for them. this band did not.

this band ate the food and smiled and chit chatted about god knows what.

i want to be like that so much.

because i am

so

not

that

at

all.

look ma, i’m on Medium now

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the busblog is nearly 20 years old.

however there are some things that really shouldnt be on here.

super true things, for starters,

and also things that could find a bigger audience elsewhere… like on Medium

my secret blog over there is busblog.medium.com

things i want to put over there are

exclusive interviews

various bits about hollywood and the surrounding area

workout tips

cryptocurrency insights

van halen lyrics

breaking news

detailed details about my personal life

and links to my onlyfans content

today i wrote about my favorite corporate Twitter account, Wendy’s.

on Facebook i do this thing called

today in corporate twitter

where i critique when brands make fools of themselves

or in this case, where they really shine.

so since Wendy’s carved out a day where they could make fun of people and brands, it seemed like the perfect day to launch this new blog.

i hope you liked it, but even if you don’t when you go there follow me and click the hand claps and comment and print it out and make a paper airplane of it and put that in a bottle and toss it into the sea.

and i hope i get it.

did a great interview today for my new blog

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the guy is a hugely successful television producer and long time reader of this very blog.

he had some advice for me about my forthcoming podcast which i wanted to disagree with, but did i mention he’s hugely successful?

meanwhile im working the pole at Gold Diggers at 2-6pm

what was weird is usually i begin the interviews by buttering the guest up, but he beat me to the punch, complimenting me and this and saying that i always had the most interesting cast of characters here

he even gave me props for nothing in here is true which sorta blew my mind.

i drove around hollywood as i talked to him because my phone connection is always great when im not doing anything, but any time im conducting a serious interview it cuts off on me.

once i was interviewing now-councilperson Nithya Raman from my living room and the phone dropped like 5 times. so embarrassing.

so now i just drive while i interview, pulling over every now and then to look at my notes.

howard stern had it right: if two people are having a great conversation one hour is about right. i think today we did about an hour ten.

we agreed on many things, disagreed on a few, but the whole time he was so upbeat and friendly and real. only a few questions did he not want to answer, which is good, you want to keep pushing as a reporter to see where the boundaries are. usually they’re where you think they would be, some people surprise you.

anyways it was very nice to be a journalist again. especially nice knowing that this is going to go into my own publication. and if it takes off, i alone will reap the rewards.

it is funny though, i still get nervous before it goes down. it doesnt matter who i interview. ever since Black Francis was a dead fish conversation way back in 1991, i am terrified that i will be unprepared for the worst, and fortunately that day has never revisited itself. but still i get scared.

Then i get freaked out that the recording didnt take. i forget who, but once at the Academy i interviewed someone and the recording didnt work but thank God I took notes and was able to make it work. oh it was the great John August. fortunately we also had a follow-up interview scheduled so i was able to get a few more questions in there. still it was embarrassing because i really loved working for my boss Josh Spector and i could see how disappointed he was.

but shit happens with tech and he knows that as well as anyone. in the long run i think i have been far luckier with it than not. one thing i do is i usually call my mom and record her first to see if everything works. she played along by reeling off a list of curse words. LOL JK.

tomorrow i transcribe it and work on another project im doing for someone else.

it’s nice to be busy. it’s nice to talk to nice people. it’s nice to be alive.

tomorrow theyre going after trump one last time

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it’s the trial of his second impeachment. the sequel.

but unlike the first one, this one is going to be in a senate where the dems are the majority.

they say trump isnt going to show up and thats too bad because under oath it would be fascinating to watch him do his best to tell the truth.

i dont know why they didnt ask me to help him get on the stand because i could do it easily.

macho men HATE being called out, especially by women.

if i was the dems i would have all the female members of congress who he has insulted and disrespected, and i would have them make a little video.

it would be called Dear MAGA.

it would go like this.

Dear MAGA,

for four years your president talked a good game. he promised you a wall, great jobs, better healthcare than obamacare… he even promised to release his taxes.

all lies.

he talks a lot for a guy who golfs a lot and doesnt work.

he called us names and tried to insult us, but look at us: we’re still here in Washington DC and not only is he gone but so is the Republican majority in the Senate.

behind closed doors we always said to ourselves, “trump is weak. he’s gutless. he’s a coward.”

and look at him now. hiding in his bunker. like a baby.

MAGA, your guy is too afraid of his own shadow to come back to the scene of the crime and tell us how innocent he is. he’s too chicken shhh to get on the stand, put his hand on the Bible he pretends to love, and tell us what really happened the day that his supporters busted down the doors and climbed into the windows and desecrated democracy.

he knows he’s guilty and he’s too afraid to look you in the eye and admit it, or look us in the eye and defend himself.

he is old, he’s fat, he’s balding, and he’s guilty.

and he knows this is something that your money can’t change.

donald trump is afraid of the truth.

and that’s why he is too cowardly to take the stand.

ever get the feeling you’ve been cheated?

i have been receiving the best work advice lately

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someone said to me,

tony pierce, you are 54 years old. for such a smart person you can be so dumb.

you put on these clothes that aren’t you, you try so hard to fit in, but you never will.

and you set your sites soooo low. why?

it’s like you’re David Bowie and you want to be in a fucking barbershop quartet

so you wear the bow tie and the straw hat but you know that wont fool em

so you put on a fake handlebar mustache

but it looks so phony – something you despise btw

and you’re still David Fucking Bowie

no amount of faux facade can change that!

so be David Bowie.

be that spaceman from mars that we want!

people can see who you are from a mile away and if they are afraid and don’t want you in their space that’s ok, leave them alone.

but there are millions who do want you.

we want you because we are David Bowies too.

and we hate our fake mustaches

and stupid barber shop harmonies.

we want to rock.

lead the way.