Christmas morning. I thought I would sleep in and grab a few extra winks of REM sleep. I thought wrong.
Those LA clowns from Sanitation didn't get the memo. No Christmas Collections. Whatever. Wham! Bam! No thank you Ma'am.
As I negotiated down the fire escape I could see those Sanitation dudes had had a few up-and-down mechanical hiccups and had left a debris field of pizza boxes, broken beer bottles, coffee grounds and sundry flotsum glistening in the alley behind my digs.
I borrowed a broom from a just-awakening homeless guy and swept up the fallen trash. My good deed. My mitzvah for the day. Gosh maybe for the year. OMG. It's the least I could do on this special day.
I peeled the "Not an abandoned car" sticker off my car windshield and headed out for a Christmas breakfast.
North Hollywood Diner. Christmas chow at its best. 24/7. Sourdough toast and eggs over greasy. Some Java to wash it all down. The coffee creamers were disappointing.
Some corporate honcho loser removed that hot Native American goddess that used to be on the cover. She was kneeling in front of some mountains.
I confided to the waitress that when I looked at the old creamer logo, I used to imagine those hot knees were breasts. Hey, I'm a guy. She gave me a smile and a thumbs up. My kind of woman.
As I inhaled another cup or two of Joe, I noticed a couple of locals walking by the restaurant. A couple of SAG actors I haven't seen in a while. Hope to see you at, and in, the movies again real soon. Happy Holidays Guys.
The diner atmosphere was a great place to rifle through the latest Esquire and read that awesome article about Denzel. There is a God. Looks like there will be an Equalizer 4 and 5.
Christmas. A great breakfast. A few texts. A few phone calls. A movie. Another movie. A creamer fantasy. An amazing day.
A day to remember. A day to remember that famous Tiny Tim line that closes the last scene in A Christmas Carol.
"...and God bless us everyone."
But, enough about me.
