It means a lot when someone consistently reaches out to you to tell you you’re not doing enough and that they miss what you used to do. It’s tough sometimes when life catches up with you and for once, you’re a bit more focused on paying the bills and getting your life in order. I guess writers need chaos. I’m a bit too tired to shake it up, however. That said, if anyone...
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Pointy birds, pointy pointy. Anoint my head, anointy nointy. The greatest poem ever written by Steve Martin as seen in The Man With Two Brains.
I wrote this about the motorcycle crash I saw: I saw it happen in slow motion. First there was loud pop and then the motorcyclist’s body flew—no, floated—up into the air, hovering at the apex for what seemed like an eternity. The disbelief when the movement torqued downward and made a piercing crack as he slammed into the pavement on the corner of Sunset and Echo Park Boulevard. For a...
Me: Is it wrong to eat a burrito for breakfast?
Friend: Does it have eggs in it?
Friend: Well. Mexicans eat that for breakfast, so I think it's okay for Americans to do the same.
Me: I only do things that are explicitly American. What you're saying is that eating a burrito for breakfast is un-American.
Friend: I'm implying you're a terrorist.
Me: So you knew my secret motto all along..."Make Bombs, Not Burritos"?
Friend: Make both!
Me: You can't have your burrito and eat it too, you know.
Friend: Well, I always say: "It's always lunch somewhere."
abangupjob: if all apartments came with a washer/dryer and a garden, if you could buy wine in grocery stores, and if people actually respected bike lanes, NYC would be perfect. Move to LA! (Well…all that except the washer/dryer.)