I’m someone who doesn’t remember names. I couldn’t be a politician. They say a great politician can remember everyone’s name.

Because I broke out of my game plan and foolishly took a 23 year old Hawaiian babe dating a 40 year old to Agoura, I was in Calabasas at 1:30am when I got a ping that basically said, if you can make it to Ventura by 2:30 we’ll give you $70 to take them to LAX.

Got there at 2:20. Whole family is outside. Very loving very funny. 4 people 2 suitcases 3 back packs. The 18 year old is pregnant. The 17 year old wants to go to Holland for her gap year. I keep telling mom I’d like to be husband #3 bc everyone is so adorable.

And I will probably never forget their names because we spent an hour in the middle of the night talking about Tex Mex, what Kobe and Brenda are going to name the baby, and how idiotic men are.

Did you or your husband name your firstborn Kobe?

Me!

Which was your favorite era Kobe, as far as hotness? Young Kobe? Clean Shaven Kobe? Bearded Kobe?

Every Kobe was fine, she said.

Darkly, right as we were passing where his helicopter crashed.

But I didn’t say shit.

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!