My Cool Outfit…Looks Just Like My Heroes

9 10 2011

Never did quite understand my friends growing up. At least not the ones who dressed like their favorite rock stars, passed the 5th grade. When I look at you it is amusing that I know about all the music you listen to. Hey, you like the metal, don’t you? It’s the rad punk rock kid. You’re into that rap music, eh?

Now this young lady and her long hair, I am sure, are rocking out to the sounds of…fuck, I don’t know. I won’t listen to whatever he or she is listening to because I don’t like his/her fucking hair.

Go get a haircut, man. What’s with the cliché ass, 13? That is a scary number and you must worship the devil.


How to Dismantle the Government

8 10 2011

Ever wonder, “How can I do the most damage to the state?” Here is a thought, participate in it. Really, it is that simple. If you think you want change, and you’re quite sure no one has gotten it right before, stop the letter writing, the vocalization of your opinion, the fighting of “the man” and just sit back, go to work, pay your bills and let it run itself into the ground.

That’s right, revolutionary as it maybe, try participating in it quietly, so we may watch it come to a halt one these decades. We are getting closer everyday! Did you ever see The Postman or Mad Max? Oh, it’ll happen, sure, maybe not in our time, but we can do our part by doing what we are highly recommended. Go to work and die.

Go ahead, enjoy your day, lots of us will. Do what you have to do to get through the day, smile, drink, be merry, steal a car and all that good stuff. 

Ronald Reagan: Greatest President Ever

7 10 2011

Spent the evening with a few friends of mine. It wasn’t supposed to be as fun, as we made, but I found light. We listened to music, took a stroll, had a bit of coffee and found a lovely gem. Actually, one of the few gems came first:

As a young-in, Reagan and Carter debating, was the most exposure to television I experienced.  Two old men talking about stuff. After that, it was all World News Tonight with Peter Jennings. Sounded  like a great evening to me and my young impressionable mind. All those men had one thing in common, that I know of , and it was hair that looked like my hero’s, Hugh Beaumont. You know, Beaver’s Pop from Leave it to Beaver?

So, being how what a happy kid I was, my conclusion is that Reagan had to be the greatest President of the United States in my short lifetime. It was all smiles as child, wide as the eye could see. Shit, all we did was play all day. That president did not make me get a job, like all the presidents to follow.

There is the reasoning behind the thought process today. Never mind the Reaganomics. He was Gangster. Making decisions all senile and shit. You cannot top that. Try…

Photographer Anonymous

5 10 2011

Anonymous would be a great start to the project known as “Check Out This Rad Picture of Me”. Ever wonder why people are not snapping photos of that guy or girl, that you are so fond of? Neither have I.

Sometimes, I wonder, “why don’t people take more pictures of me?”. May have something to do with the fact that life does not take place, with my grandmother, snapping cute pictures of me, making love to her gray lens. Could be that a whole lot of us are not models.

Even more annoying are the models who aren’t really models, in the sense of the traditional one’s, anyway. We are not talking about the Target, Walmart, or a JC Penney Model, but rather the “I stand around half nude so a perverted photographer can call himself a photographer”, model. Those types tend to take lots of photos of themselves, too.

Ever notice, cute girls get more attention from cameras than cute guys or hideous people in general? Just a fact and nothing more.

Lookout, here comes my paparazzi.

Check my feet, they are hot! Sorry, I did take the photo myself.

Oh, So Serious

4 10 2011

Not sure about you all but I have a good time everywhere I go. I slept with three young women last night. We took a stroll and took pictures. Slept like a baby as per the SOP.

Not sure how the homeless deal with it. People were unusually loud while I had ordered some shut-eye. Luckily, I have been a few places where people refuse to “shut the fuck up” and I sleep anyway. Plus, my back feels better from the firm ground.

Funny is watching folks take control and becoming the spokespersons. Yes, we will be quiet while you speak for all your minions. Just like the one’s who have spoken for you and y’all aren’t too happy with the results.

In other awesome news…It’s still October which means it is Halloween! I love Halloween almost as much as I love Christmas and every other fucking holiday…not at all or as much as I like every other god for saken day.

This is what I came up with:

4 10 2011

Totally uneventful. What I witnessed: Nothing. I almost thought the Venice Drum Circle had simply relocated. Some young and free latino’s played some tunage while some pretty young ladies danced on top of box of sorts (I decided this was in long standing tradition and homage to the cardboard boxes that occupied DTLA for so many years). Couple of dirty guys trying to pick up on some skirts, herb in the air, and a few people who looked like they WANT PURPOSE finding it under the stars in a big lonely city.

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I will be sleeping there tonight to check and see what the trip is and isn’t. My opinion is not necessary and the gig is known…You are fuct from the gate and just found out. Oh, well, move on…

Occupy Your Time

3 10 2011

Yes, Los Angeles City Hall is the epicenter for a gathering of people of all ages that kind of get on my nerves (but who doesn’t get on my nerves?). It’s great that you care so much about the world…

People sleep on the streets of Los Angeles everyday. I am not to sure that anyone cares if you sleep there as long as you do it properly. From what I understand that is exactly how it will happen. By now the law has people on the streets down to a science. Let us hope the protesters follow suit of the folks who have silently protested for years in DTLA.

I will head out there in a bit with some photo memories. We’ll see…

Protest from the Inside

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