That rain last night was weird. For reasons probably much more intriguing if left unsaid, I spent a good deal of time outside. While it never rained hard, I stayed consistently soaked, and, since I've never mastered the technique, always forgot to cover my hood within my coat and then forgot I hadn't done that, resulting in an almost permanent dripping dog look. Some hipster kids thought I might be an old perv chasing their underage girlfriends and were ready to jump me 3 to 1 when I was just trying to ask if they were moving a van since I was badly in need of parking. Apparently, I don't need no masks.

go ahead. drink the whole bottle.



prophetic and potentially insensitive oldie witha beatles quote you can dance to (maybe).

Remember our agreement: I forget to post and you forget to read and then we don't miss anything.

Bet your iPhone can't do this-



Death from above?

An act of god? Perhaps if your god is my friend, Esmerelda. What's harder to see in these photos is the meticulous feat of engineering she designed and enacted in order to release the 'poletop' at the depression of a button with a + or - 6" target specificity, cleverly disguised as her doorbell on that corner house in the shots where she resides. She is on a schedule and more-or-less patiently waiting for 7:30 pm next Thursday when her ex, Louis, formerly the pride of the Lynwood High defensive line before devoting his life to retailing behavior modification, is apt to make his next appearance, that is unless he has the opportunity to reup first. He'll stop by with some sodas for their kids, squirrel around a bit mumbling about money problems and eyeballing her purse, and try to coerce her into bed for "just one last time baby." If all goes accordingly, none of that will play out and his brain will be slush on the sidewalk beforehand. Regardless, he always leaves using that same route so the inevitable shouldn't be more than 10 minutes away if he manages to broach the interior. She figures if she can simultaneously declare permanent spousal non-support and sue the phone company and/or city for her loss, the kids can probably get a college degree from the settlement.

I'm sure iPhones have a myriad of destructive abilities I'm unaware of.

another angle-

L.A.-centric spam blurb-

It ain't the Disney Center but it's spittin' distance. Sylvia Juncosa and the Picassos at the Redwood Bar & Grill on 2nd St. downtown - Tuesday, Feb 15th w/Swords of Fatima and Buco's husband's Isaac Hayes-influenced band.

thanks for the comp.