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joy to the world, all the boys and girls
today a child was born.
a child who scared leadership so much that the king ordered to have him killed.
his dad couldnt get a hotel room.
a gigantic star was blowing up his spot.
it was cold as balls.
and the artists kept painting him with blue eyes.
the donkeys knew what was up.
as did the mule and the lambs.
and the goats.
and the drummer boys.
the killers were coming, but so were the wise men.
and all around him were angels, chillin,
doing what they could,
which was little.
it’s ok. he had this.
you have this.
today is the day God became human, striking fear into all the things that should be fearful,
and hope into the hearts of the hopeful.
today inspired a long list of beautiful songs, weird customs, and totally unrelated activities.
but at its heart is love.
the best of all.
merry christmas from the world famous busblog
and the super secret xbi
champions of the world.
never forget your strength
when i was younger i would talk hella shit about the xbi because i didnt want to be in there any more and i was hoping it would scare them off me.
it didnt work at first
but now im older and i cant run as fast and theyve got younger kids who are True Believers who will do stupider shit and think waaaay dumber things and go with the flow like Flo Jo
and i have to admit there are parts of the agency that i miss.
mostly the danger.
i think when you get older you see that the danger can give you fun thrills
but so can leaning in on a pretty girl for the first time
tryin to kisser
or negotiating something where you really dont have any more room to budge
or walking down a street you shouldnt be on
or trying a new weapon that could literally explode in your hand
or a new copter that no ones ever tried to do the loop di do with.
whoops, off track again.
or saying hi to a stranger.
or reading a new book.
or adopting cats and you dont even like cats and what if the girls on Tinder think you’re queer if you have cats or a loser or a lonely soul or a commie.
i am a commie but thats neither here nor there, tinder girls.
im someone who will get in a bus and do whatever needs to be done.
but im also none of the above.
i dont feel the comfort of feeling sad.
i dont see the beauty of being bad.
but i do like things better when they are on fire, at the end of the night, when all you can hear is the crackling and the ashes disobey gravity
and float up
and up
and disappear with the light.
hey tony, how come you haven’t been writing about the xbi?
i havent?
teen spirit is older than 10% of U.S. history
she said youre always charging your phone
i said we should have some codes
what?
for when we text each other, i said.
you mean like hey how are you doing?
i know how you’re doing.
then what?
i was thinking, if i text you “w” it means what are you wearing?
omg.
if i text you “m” it means wanna see a movie?
if i text you “f” it means
oh i think i know.
it means have you had any food?
ok got it, but why not just text those things?
well i was reading hillarys emails and if she and her aides just had little codes it would have made it harder to spy on her.
but
and it would save time.
what time are you trying to save?
what if im on a cliff hanging by a pinkie
and all i can do is type h to you, which is helppppppp
or z which is theyve poisoned me and im about to pass out, bring pop
how am i supposed to remember all of these?
p
dear tony, is it easy to fly a copter in LA?
dear tony,
i’m interested to learn more about the xbi. namely, why LA? aren’t the skies filled with helicopters anyway?
first of all theres no such thing as the xbi.
secondly, yes there are some helicopters in LA but most of them are cops or for the news or traffic. but id say they only account for a dozen or so. then there are the tourist ones that fly visitors over the city.
if there was an undercover group of super heroes who actually didnt have any super skills, they were just trained really well, there might be a job or two for someone who flew a helicopter.
specifically a black helicopter.
and if he was really good at it, the agency, if one existed, would probably set him up in a swanky mansion somewhere up in the hills where no one would expect a sloppy dressed dude in a cubs hat.
why a mansion?
where else would you land the copter?
xbi gave me a pair of tickets to see Boston tonight
but then there were all these strings attached as to whom i could bring
theyre trying to set me up with someone in the agency who is nice
and smart, and easy on the eyes
if you like that sorta thing
but shes super bossy and judgemental and plays things waaaaay too safe if you ask me.
she keeps asking me why i dont have a house
and why my apartment is better furnished
i told her that some things deserve attention and other things dont.
i told her that im laser focused right now.
when i get home i make sure the cats have steak in their bowls
and theres plenty of gingerale in the gingerale fountain.
then i look at the kitty litter to make sure their poops are blue and green
then i look in the fridge and make sure theres plenty of liver and bacon and apple cider.
whats the difference between apple cider and apple juice she asked me once.
and i said there are some things that deserve attention and other things dont.
then i told her i turn on my bedroom tvs and fire up my xbox and ps4
and she asked why do you need both game systems.
i told her, are there only blondes and brunettes running around? she said what?
i said there are more than just those two systems, you know.
and i said then i switch on the ceiling fan and open the window and guess what, im about 80 percent satisfied with life right there.
she said what about love?
i said, are you the pokemon of love that i better catch or someone else will get it and live forever and ever in utter happiness
and she couldnt say yes so i said, then you probably should either grab a joy stick
or order us some soul food because this is the part of my day where i take off my pants.
and thats how i lost my tickets to Boston tonight
xtx has inspired me
i havent written a book in a very long time and now is as good as any time to do long hard things
hers have been good and theyve been different and theyve been steady
as has mr steve coulter‘s of rock band tsar
my problem is all i ever want to do is write about the xbi
and even though i dont do it in here
and even if im hinting at them i am basically joking
thats all i want to write about.
its 243am i fucked up and took a nap in the middle of the day
then drank a coke to wake up
i decided this month is going to be a bukowski full month
im gonna read as much bukowski as possible because i really havent read him since college
and i have all these books of his
today will be the city lights publication of the most beautiful woman in town
and other stories.
for some reason i have two copies of it
when im not volunteering at the soup kitchen
sexting anna or fighting crime for the xbi
i’m doing my best to be a great son.
so every mothers day i send my mom flowers and a note and she always takes a picture of the bouquet and regardless of its condition she always says
soooo beautiful!
whats weird is it’s very difficult for florists in chicago to actually put together a truly beautiful arrangement and deliver it to my mom so every year i try a different place.
last year i was satisfied. the place got these great tulips together and got them to the crib and all was good in the hood.
so this year i ordered with plenty of time and the delivery fee was fine and the price was right but
in my mind
they said they had to deliver it on Thursday before Mother’s Day which didn’t bother me. because as long as it’s early thats cool.
so i called my mom yesterday and i said how are the flowers
she said, there were no flowers.
and i nearly crashed the helicopter.
was all Siri, what the fuck
and Siri was like, bro the flowers wont be there until Tuesday
i was all, Tuesday? Why Tuesday? and Siri said because thats when you set the order for n word. and i rewinded my memory but it didn’t go that far back and im telling you, i might be losing my mind. in the history of me being my mothers son ive never snet her a Mothers Day gift late, why would i Schedule something to be late?
it gets worse.
my mom was all, i know i told you you didnt have to send anything, but i was on my way to the hairdresser and it was Saturday and you hadnt sent anything and I saw an Amazon truck and sometimes you send me weird things and I had never even seen an Amazon truck before so i turned around and asked the man
is there something in there for me?
and he said, no.
worst son in the entire planet!
but because shes the greatest mom in the world she said, dont worry you can make it up to me when you come out here in the fall.
i said i can?
she said yeah, just get me some Cubs tickets and buy the first few rounds of beers.
which is 100% true. and why i love her so. and why anna has such a hard time getting me to commit.
went to the doctor today and they said i had to see a specialist
this is what happens when you try to use the xbi insurance.
they want you only to see xbi doctors and
its not because they care about you
they just wanna keep an eye on their investment
even if you are just a shell of who you used to be
i havent been a solid xbi agent in years
they swear they can get me back in shape if i had the desire to get there but
as you get older the things you care about substantially changes
when youre little you want candy
then you want a bike
then you want a girlfriend
then you want a car
then you want a plane
then you want a mythical black helicopter that barely makes a sound but ironically can stabilize large groups of terrible people through audio technology that can bring them to their knees with nausea.
then you want two cars.
all i want right now is to see the cubs win the world series and it looks like theyre on their way.
then i want some ice cream.
then i want to help people.
the other day someone asked me what i wanna be when i grow up
i said i wanna never grow up.
because it seems like the more shit you gotta do
the less shit you get to do.
and all the shit i wanna do is for you.