I was all, excuse me?

She was like, are you busblog?

how do you know my name?

It’s written all over your face.

But it says Post Malone!

Where do you write?

I said what?

She said where do you write, this apartment is so tiny. I see no desk. I see a bed, piles of garbage, a kitchen table — do you write at the kitchen table?

No.

Then where? The coffee table? Do you bend over that sad little coffee table?

No.

So where?

The bed.

She didn’t believe me.

I said read my palm. She said what did you do today. I said i read the newspaper the other day and the writer asked homeless people what they wanted and they said they wanted warm clothes and coats and blankets. So today i had my favorite winter coat. I think my mom bought it for me like 10 years ago at Coats Unlimited. Fuzzy Things N Stuff.

What was it called? Something so weird.

Burlington Coat Factory?

Yes!

You think that’s weird? She asked, looking through my junk drawers,

This guy was setting up his sleeping spot. It was 630pm. I knew the coat was in the trunk because i had worn it somewhere and i marveled at how great a coat it was. But i thought i wear this 2x a year. he will wear it every day.

he was so happy to have it.

i asked his name, he said, William.

what if there wasn’t a picture. What if no spaces

No periods

No future

yesterday there was a shooting over by ambers work. either of us coulda been there.

Beverly Hills.

imagine that’s where you die.

get to the pearly gates and they says can’t you read? And they point at a sign that says The Meek FTW

and you have to explain no no I was just traveling through there. I live in a hovel.

I like pictures tho. Took a few today.

Took one of the camera store.

was not journalism- because it wasn’t offered

it wasn’t creative writing – even though I loved those classes

It was Bible as Literature

in part because the Bible is quoted and misquoted constantly, and only the oddest IG the oddballs really know it.

So it’s good to know too.

I wrote a piece that got published yesterday but then Trump decided to play war games

and i didn’t want twitter to be all

war
war
war
war
omg WAR
war
hey is the Eastside DTLA or Los Feliz?
war
War
war
war
shit WAR
war

I spent much of today looking for ways to charge my good camera

I cant find the charger. I know i have it. I may even have two.

And this is the perfect time to look because the house is clean

But i dont wanna mess up the house digging through closets and under the bed

But i think i may have to

THESE ARE THE PROBLEMS IN MY LIFE

I actually have far more serious ones but nothing in here is true so let’s just believe that alls good in the hood.

Speaking of, let me also play the Powerball before it’s too late.

I wanna buy my momma a Malibu beach house.

which is interesting bc I once worked for a person who said they appreciated that I wasn’t a billshitter and asked me how something they said went over

I said it didn’t go over perfectly but it wasn’t bad.

I realize bullshitting is one of the things that separates us from apes but I don’t consider it noble.

For example I’m glad my fuel gage doesn’t try to prevent my Feelings from being hurt. It just delivers the news and occasionally makes the news urgent.

I try to do the same.

How do you even make this movie?

A Nazi comedy?

With heart?

I still need to see The Farewell and The Lighthouse but this is my favorite film of 2019.

And I do like being free

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