DADDY sez...

Last night while waiting in the parking lot at Albertson's in Gardena, I see these two dudes go running by.

They each had 3 (THREE !!!) twelve-packs of beer n their hands, and running as fast and frenetic as they could manage.

It was awesome!

Not so much for the stealing... I'm talking about the balls to steal that much. The old school M.O. was for one person to grab one or two 12-packs

Two guys with a case-and-a-half each! That's amazing.

Bravo to you, teenage miscreants. Well played.

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On Crenshaw near 60th Street across from the new corner strip mall with a "You buy, we fry" place called Soul Fish and the Bob Marley Smoke Shop, there's a Hoody Rim Palace for Dubs n' Spinners and such.

Not just any rim shop.... a Rent-To-Own Rim shop.

Praise Jesus!

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we talk on the phone, feeling all dorky

like absolute beginners. i feel more "teenage" than when i was one.

i like how she can cook something from the last 3 things in the fridge and it's all yummy super delicious

we walk the Upper West Side late at night, looking at the stuff people threw away - end tables, washing machines, tiny school desks. somehow that feels like the MOST fun anyone is having in town at the time.

and it is.

a patch of sidewalk of old cobblestone, a pocket park hidden away in a little alley, a mulatto toddler boy with corn rows in his hair, Hassidic women and their doll-like babies, musicians and break dancers in every subway station - crazy people everywhere. Magic and mind blowing in and of themselves. But with her to share the scene, it's the only place in the world to be.

attentive of her footprint in this world; lean and minimalist. fastidious and picky - reading every ingredient label on every food item. (how is it that MSG is in everything?)

crazy and cracky, but waaaaay less than she thinks she is. She's MY crazy-cracky girl

with a smile that breaks my heart wide open.

perfect.

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1. they turn in BOTH popular directions: LEFT and RIGHT.
2. even slow bikes feel fast when you ride without a helmet.
3. engine vibration coming up through the seat makes for scrumptious genital tingliness.
4. because God told me so. and that nigga's crazy.
5. your mom.
6. riding soothes the spirit - like a yoga class, except without being surrounded by crazy wild-eyed whiny bitches with Daddy issues and eating disorders.
7. motorcycles are... well, they're like penises. Shiny chromed and painted penises that are real loud and can do wheelies.
8. penis penis penis... penis anus penis... anus penis.
9. cuz i look cool on a bike. And i'm a dork.
10. your mom.
11. they use fossil fuels, the energy source the Good Lord wants us to use.
12. It's a fact: 8 out of 10 Crystal Meth addicts love motorcycles. You don't want to argue with those motherfuckers.
13. your Mom likes my motorcycle. At least that what I think she said. The pillow was muffling her words again.
14. while riding a motorcycle, all you're dealing with is the road and the cool fresh wind in your face as opposed to, say... trying to come up with a non-offensive response to the question "Does my ass look fat?" while trying NOT to stare at the orange Cheetos dust covering her hands like a glove.

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children, in their natural state, are usually the opposite of helping

which makes them infuriating, annoying and completely necessary

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even when it feels right

even when it is right

every good thing bears the sadness of all that it isn't

so you can talk all motherfuckin day about intention and the law of attraction and actualization and abundance

fuckin whatever

the fact of the matter - in even the most high-minded and joyful and evolved pursuits...

everything hurts

and it's okay

perfectly okay

fuckinay right, bitches

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L.A. is warm.

I've barely been outside. The heat makes it's way inside.

I'm wearing the red bathrobe Mollie gave me.

I look like a whore on a Monday afternoon.

lounging around

staring at the wall

missing Mollie

being all big n' gay like a big gay homo

gay!

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Very proud of my renewed "like" for code.

Not quite back to loving it, but like is good too.

First Mollie's PHP-enabled web shop, all automated and nice

and now YUMMYMEAT's little easter egg-like randomized links :

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I've been eating the same bag of roasted unsalted peanuts for months. Don't know who bought it.

Before I went to New York I was munching on it.

A month later I was still eating some.

Yesterday I mowed through the last of it. Later, I stopped by my Mom's because she was sick. She wanted me to go to the store to buy Pepsi, bananas and papayas. They didn't have papayas.

While I was trucking back and forth in the produce section at Albertson's, I noticed they had both Salted Peanuts and Roasted Peanuts.

I picked a bag up in my hand and contemplated getting it, a $1.99 special.

For some reason I decided not to get it (despite how yummy they looked.)

I went to Kevin's house where he and Dennis were cutting loose a hot water tank.

Kevin's water heater blew up. The tank leaked its entire contents out. Luckily "Anal" Kevin had routed a pvc drain line from the catch-pan to all the way near the garage door in case such a disaster occurred.

Dennis asked me if I wanted peanuts?!?!!?

Apparently, the show Jericho was semi-canceled and fans had FLOODED Television City with shipments of peanuts in protest of the "cancellation".

A week ago, 5 tons of peanuts were shipped to CBS New York in a single day.

So I might be getting my peanuts after all, thanks to an ass-load of whacked-out fans who have too goddamn much time on their hands.

I wonder what Bashar has to say about this peanut synchronicity.

The funny thing: I hear that Jericho isn't actually cancelled.

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