i had a great interview. wonderful young woman. living right.

she made us delicious snacks to eat during the thing, which was good bc we talked for 2 1/2 hours.

that reminds me i need to wash my windsock.

usually i give the guest the mic with the windsock but i must have had a smoker because i was using it last night and omg it smelled so bad.

today i am working on things. i didnt do what i wanted.

i wanted to write a weed thing and put it on medium

but my heart was thinking 4/20 is the worst day to write weed stories

because EVERYONE is writing weed stories and maybe just maybe no one wants to read about weed on the day we are supposed to

plus ive got a good story and i dont wanna get it buried

anyways good things happened today and bad

for example the cubs lost

but i did get work done

and best of all my man Ben gave me a link to a job that i should totally get bc im super qualified

BUT i might have to move to San Francisco.

would i do that for the right job?

ugh. such a hard dilema.

maybe?

but that would be the end of Hear in LA

oh?

who’s to say i couldnt jet down to LA a 2x  times a month, do 2 on Friday night, 2 on Saturday, and fly back Sunday. do it every other weekend. keep this hollywood apt because hotels would cost me basically what im paying here in rent. hell maybe even keep my car here.

just live in SF like a hermit, minamalist like this woman last night. with no car to save cash. then fly down on weekends.

actually if i was only doing 2 interviews on Saturdays, i wouldnt even need to spend the night.

i need to figure this out.

but the thing is… never quit. not even this. i can do both things. and do a great job.

thats the other thing about this job, i have sooo many ideas for it and i could do a way better job at it than anyone else.

super fascinating. sat in the front seat. apparently has lots of money and was cool.

so lets go.

drove through traffic and he was talking talking talking which was fine with me.

first he told me about his crazy friends who were buying and selling houses, then he was telling me about how he drives luxury cars too for fun and profit

but then he started telling me about when he was a paramedic in nyc.

“back then before GPS we would just park in an alley and sleep. if we heard a call come in like ‘Alex22, Alex22 are you there?’ we would just ignore it until they sent it to another vehicle. but some of those would balk at it. finally dispatch would say ‘Alex22 logging you out of the system in 3 seconds.’ and we would click the radio and say ‘Alex22 responding.'”

but a lot of times they would nap.

one day, he told me, they were in an alley and they heard that there were gunshots about two blocks away from them. so he told his partner to drive over to where he heard the sound. his partner was all, “fuck that, lets wait for the cops to get there.”

he was like, “we are literally 2 minutes away, lets roll, see whats happening, if its the wild west we will speed through but if theres a victim, lets do our DAMN JOB!”

so they drove and saw this teen boy literally gushing blood. gunshot to the neck.

my dude jumps out of the ambulance, and sees that every time the teen’s heart pumps, blood squirts out high and far from the wound. so he shoved his hand in the poor guy’s neck and blocks the artery. cops finally come.  they all help him get the guy in the back of the ambulance, they speed to the hospital, the whole time keeping his finger on the hole.

when they made it to the hospital and got him into the operating room they finally let him get his finger out of that bloody neck and bing bang boom he ended up ok.

my dude got a note a month later and they said not only did the victim walk out of there, but he had zero brain issues.

i asked, is that the most heroic thing you ever did?

he said, it’s way up there.

but then he tipped me $5, which was heroic for me!

you can either drive around to your favorite spots

or you can just go to your most favorite spot and wait.

usually im too hyper to wait so i just drive and drive and drive. who knows if you are actually driving to the hot spot or if you are leaving where something good was about to happen

but one thing for sure when you do that: you burn gas

another thing for sure when you do that: you increase your chances for getting into a crash.

so over the last few days ive been waiting.

i just sit there and read twitter or the news or text amber or think about taking a nap.

last night i was at my favorite spot and i got a ping on Lyft Premiere. bonus: it alerted me that it would be a “long ride” that would take 45 minutes or more.

typically on a thursday that means it is a trip to LAX, but last night i got lucky and we went to West Hills.

great guy, undercover hacker, told me all his secrets.

admitted that americans arent as good as russian or chinese hackers because we are lazy or can become lazy far quicker than our enemies because we get fat and middle class to quickly.

i said the key to success is the hustle.

he was all, you got that right comrade.

we took the 405 to the 101 in rush hour and he noted that i am ridiculously cool under the pressure of traffic.

what traffic i said as miles’ birth of cool eased out of the speakers.

he was like, is this miles? i said yep.

he said, with trane? i said, nope.

he said, oh with bird?

i said this was right inbetween that period. after parker, before coletrane. he said where did you learn that? i said every sunday i turn on jazz and read the bible for an hour.

he said how long have you been doing that for? i said since college.

he said, how long ago was that.

i said well, lets put it this way, i had a 300 baud modem at the time.

and we laughed as we drove through the western valley with its wide boulevards and shirtless denizens

on an unusually warm last night of january.

$69 fare + $5 tip.

beverly hills. outside of the drug store.

do you know how expensive everything is around here? they asked.

i laughed.

i said, you might be in the most expensive square mile in all of the usa.

they argued that maui might be right up there too, but they didn’t expect what they just had seen on Rodeo Drive.

i said, i think of it more as an art project. a game. a huge fakeout ballet.

we will put these things here and see if someone actually does the thing.

like when some guy developed a $1,000 iphone app, back when apps were just starting.

for a grand all it did was show an image of a gem and if you clicked it, these words appeared

i am rich, i deservd it, i am healthy and successful.

apple took it down after a day.

but in that day eight people bought it.

we drove and i told them about how to ride the bus, where Santee Alley is, and where they should stay in Las Vegas, which was their next destination.

about half way through the ride i turned the heater on even though it wasnt very cold.

they thanked me the most for that.

and tipped me two dollars.