raygunjones

Vouched for a homeboy on some freelance shit and it blew up in my face like an airbag. Moral. Story. Listen to your gut. I didn't, now I'm apologizing for the ineffectiveness of others. Nothing more tacky. Nothing more embarrassing. If you don't work smart, work hard. If you don't do either, piss-off.

Bad Lieutenant : Port St. Pachinko

Simple premise: Give Nicolas Cage a mountain of cocaine and lock him in a Japanese Hotel Room under the premise that he's playing a jingle writer for the next Ridley Scott film. On the third day burst in, cameras rolling, and follow him as he unravels through a series of pre-lit and scenes that he gets dropped off at.

This one's going out to Sid Fields.

FADE IN:

EXT. BEN'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

BEN carries a few things from his trunk towards his apartment building when he notices

MCU - A MOTHER fumbles through her purse, searching for her house keys to no avail.

Her LITTLE GIRL plays in a pile of dirt near the doorway.

Ben pulls out his keys in an...
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Just wrote my hand arthritic and enjoyed a nice slow flirt with the dreamiest of waitress/barista/bartender/Shangri-Las fan (As the Devil and Daniel Johnston both will attest, I turned the page of my Iggy Pop biography right as she changed the disc to the first cries of a Shangri-Las tune; down on my page, a picture of a Shangri-Las poster from some small club they played...
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Bout to fill some blank pages, eat some bacon, and drink a few cups o Kafka, my favorite moment of the week.

The Greatest Trailer Everrrrrrr

just updated my dance routine. One batch = 7 - 10 servings.

Oh time machine, such fun to be had.

So how does that William S. Burroughs quote go again? "File your taxes on drugs, get audited sober?"
Nailed the first part. We shall see about the second.

Seriously, Sohail down at the former Ihop, current H&R Block, is a tax-god. On Thursday I get to kick the shit of some tires and test some camera packages that I've been eyeing for a solid-minute now.

Quick documentary pitch: I'm in the market for a new vacuum, this kid is in the market to fend off bullies. Game-on. He teaches me the true value of a vintage '78 Kenmore Magnicore and I beat up a bunch of sadist kids. Before you know it, I'm fixing vacuums and he's wearing fingerless brawler gloves. WIN-WIN.

Title: Bicycle Jones and The Vacuum Kid

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Best Night Ever.

Set-Up. Get to the rock show early. Still starving and need some preliminary libations to fuel the evening ahead. I get this random "fuck all" itch to just take a left down the first street I see, in the hopes of surveying my dining options. As I take the corner, I literally bump square into someone. And before I can spit out...
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