Heat Wave Still Sears LA

It's hot and getting hotter LA. Only chance to cool off is to go through the cushions behind my thrift-store couch, scrape up some coins, and then head down to the liquor store, down the block, next to the laudromatt.

Don't have the cojones to walk around in my Speedo's, so's I'll have to cool off, like I normally do. I use my loose change to get a couple of cans of ale. 'Bud' at the liquor store sells me the cold cans of suds right out of the freezer. He lets me go inside, so's I can make my selection. 

While I'm in there, I think I'm in brewski heaven, it's wall to wall six-packs of beer from all over the woild. I stay for as long as I can.

Last time the City of Angels and actors, got a heat wave, I was 'browsing' for a couple of cold ones for about two hours. Bud, knows what's up, and so, he's down with me wandering around in his cold room looking to choose a Flat Tire or Heineekans.

Heading off to community service. Hope the 4 Metro buses I have to take have their AC on.

Keep cool today...

I wuz gonna put those dollars into a plain old paper bag

Summertime and the living is easy.

Summertime and the living is easy... So goes that famous song.I heard it much, living where I'm living. I remember is sez Your daddy's rich and your Ma is good-looking, something like that. 

More later. Gots to scrub the day-room, do the dishes and laundery stuff, then it's friggin lights out. You know the freaking drill...

Midnight in LA, ain't no Paris, Hilton

 It's late. Round Midnight. It's raining. Driving through downtown LA. Nothing to write home about. These mean streets have seen better days. Haven't we all. Homeless. Broken glass. A bus crosses the horizon  like a film noir ghost ship passing in the night. 

Some down and out dude is cadaver-sleeping on a frozen bus bench, waiting on the Metro 94. Waiting on the gravy train that ain't coming.

I'm working late. Again. Another low budget epic. The budget is tight. Tighter than a fish's ass. I'm a background actor, hanging on with faith, hope and my need-a-manicure fingernails, waiting on some speaking lines. Waiting on my Oscar. My needs: trophy wife, beach frontage in Malibu, simple stuff really.

The rain is worse now. Midnight in LA, ain't no  Paris, Hilton.

It Never Rains in Southern California...

So the song sez. Waiting this morning. Waiting for the marine-layer to burn off, so's I can see the sun. Clouds close to the ocean are called marine-layers. At least here in LA. In the late morning, the sun comes through those clouds and the sun comes out of hiding. I can breathe again. Maybe it's all in my head. I only do what the voices tell me to do. I'm off my sea-food diet, the one where youse sees-food and eats it. Trying to get back to my fighting weight, like when I wuz married. I'm kidding. I drops another 100 lbs. and I'm gonna text Maurice at The old/new Chippendales and see if I can get back on the bill. Miss waking up Sunday mornings with all those one dollar bills in my shorts. Good times. Whatever. Hopes you have a great weekend...

Tem dreams are here again...

                those dreems are here again. I'm on a desert island, marooned with a couple of hundred cheerleaders. Our plane has crashed. I'm the only guy left, as the pilot and his navigator bought the farm when they crashed into the mountain. So's here I am surrounded by hot babes. I figure we better ration stuff out, like water, some airline food packages and candy bars. You gets the picture. Suddenly I realize that being the only person here with a pair, I might finally get some.Suddenly my cell phone chimes off and wakes me and I realize, I ain't on no desert island, I'm awake. I'm in LA and need to get up and go to work as a movie extra. it's 4am and I feel like death warmed over. I better get my derriere in gear, get some java and...gotta go guys.

Remembering the good times...

I'm just gonna be brief and say what eye have to say. I want to wish the guys in cell block B, the best for the long weekend. Guys...return my Barry Manilow CD's for you know whose sake. A deal is a freaking deal. I remember I remember the cell where I was kept, the little window where the sun came peeping while I slept...it never came a wink too soon or brought too long a day, cuz I needed light to dig a hole and make my getaway...opps. Lights out Holmes...