i had such a good day yesterday i could cry


it started out with me getting to interview this guy who has made movie posters for decades.

designs, art directs, sketches, creates, pitches and then makes some of your favorite movie posters

he’s worked with spielberg, saul bass, schwarezenneger, ron howard, you name em.

i was all, i hear ron howard is a monster IRL

people like jokes.

then i started driving.

on thursday uber had some technical problems. neither the drivers or the passengers could use the app

so i switched over to lyft where because of the surge of new businesses, the prices were multiplied

to fit demand. it was great. doubly great because lyft is offering me a bonus right now

because soon they will introduce their luxury car level of pricing and they want me to get ready

so i think i get double the fare no matter what the fare is, so needless to say ive been driving lyft.

most drivers who do both say the lyft passenger is nicer and more laid back and its sorta true.

tommy burrito

i never met any passengers like Bobby Tortilla on Uber. So thanks Lyft.

Bobby is a heavy metal stage manager who told me some of the best stories.

We both talked about some weird ass times at Irvine Meadows.

I told him about sneaking into the ACDC / Queensryche show in ’86 where while they were playing Operation Mindcrime we traversed across the abandoned Lion Country Safari and eventually hopped the fence into the rock

And he told me about being chased by a cop and a K9 while carrying a twelve pack of Coors Light – a story that we both agreed would make an excellent music video.

He told me that he was going to be doing a show where Alice Cooper is playing and I told him about “Supermench” and he was stoked to hear about it. When I dropped him off there were two white vans in his driveway. He told me one was the old one and one is the new one. If those tour vans could talk.

Drove a shy french girl from one side of town to the other. She was here for two weeks, staying in a tall apartment building in West LA where I had previously picked up 5 swedish girls and while I was waiting for her there were two scantily clad black girls and if i was still in the LA news biz i’d stick my nose into that building, because what the

tonight i will be driving more Lyft because Uber still hasnt paid me my bonus from last week and they know theyre wrong and wont even answer my emails, pretending that Manilla celebrates the fourth of july.

but the best was lunch.

i had just dropped off this young lady at LAX who was flying to vancouver for the weekend. it took us a half hour to get from the venice blvd chase drive thru next to the cvs next to where the Good Hurt used to be next to where theres a bowling alley i think. it took us a half hour to get from there to the airport door.

so i figured, im not on a bonus, i dont have to be super hustling,

so i did something i never do, i went to kanpai and sat at the sushi bar and just treated myself.

they have a lunch menu before 6pm of enough food the fill you up for sure.

i paid $45 after tip and it was seriously the best lunch ive had all year.

i nearly cried in the parking lot.

saddest sight you’ll ever see at Kanpai

when theyre out of Sawara, the most delicious magical fish in the sea.

karisa and i dined there last night after i chatted with the college kids.

lemme tell you a few things about the youth of america – theyre alright.

this class was at a junior college, and i never pass up a chance to talk to the kids at JC because i am a product of the community college of southern california

and i always want to let them know that although it might seem like an extension of high school its really closer to what college is like minus the beer bongs.

they asked me some hard questions and some of them were really interesting.

“what is the best blog post that you are your most proud of?” i was asked.

ive written close to 10,000 blog posts when you think of the busblog, LAist, and the LA Times.

but the one i was most proud of was when i started what would end up being Stiff. it was the blog post that started “i knew i was in trouble when i saw kurt cobain at my door.

i told them i was proud of it because i was really being creative and trying to tap into my biggest fears and horrors.

“how old are you and when did you move to california?” was a question that everyone laughed when the guy said it.

im 104 years old and i moved to california the day after high school with a banjo on my knee, i said.

but the best question was from a very sweet asian young lady who said “i would like to be a journalist, but i heard from a friend that they would prefer americans born in america to be journalists. so do you think a Chinese person could be a journalist here in America?”

i said i would prefer girls to always come to my house with baked goods. but life doesnt always give you what you’d prefer. and sometimes you learn that what you thought you wanted was wrong. maybe the best person for a journalism job is a shy chinese girl. so yes, even you my chinese friend, has just as good of a chance of being a journalist as anyone. so ignore your friend and go for what you want.