Monday, September 29, 2008


I call this photograph

Mom! Stop Embarrassing Me in Front of My Friends!

So I was walking to the beach a while back and saw this lady screaming at the police and giving them the finger for no apparent reason. I thought it was pretty awesome so I asked her if I could take her picture.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Killing time.

Today is one of those days you can smell the ocean from my apartment.
That is what I like about living around here.

What I don't like about living here is people often don't let you cross the street.

I went and got coffee.

I'm drinking it.

Richard the bass player is picking me up.

Woody is playing drums tonight.

We had one rehearsal. Last night.

It was fun.

This blog is very simple and factual and is being used solely as a means of killing time.

25 minutes to go. Better think of something interesting to say.

Last night I ate a shark. I pulled him out of the ocean by his tail and bit right into him. He resisted for a while, then gave in to his horrific death. I said "Take that Shark. How does it feel?" I ate him right there on Carson beach. I had to fight the seagulls off of me.

Tonight I ate tofu.

20 minutes to go.

Nothing else to say.

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Peek A Boo, by Daniel Johnston

When I'm down, really down,
Nothin' matters. Nothin' does.
I close my eyes, go to sleep.
But I can't sleep. I can't sleep.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

Junior High I lost my mind.
I don't know why. It's a terrible thing.
Since that day it's been a struggle
Trying to make sense out of scrambled eggs.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

I painted a bar and I never got paid,
In a town where everyone was unemployed.
I was locked in on Easter day.
All I had to eat was a piece of bread.

When I got home my mother said
"You're a lazy bum and that's how come
You suffer like that and you'll starve
All your life. All your life."

Spoken just like it was a curse,
But it didn't really sound so bad.
I like to make things up,
It's the healthiest thing that I do.

But I'm tired
From being kidnapped
By a dark wolf that would
Do me in.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

I'm just saying how I feel.
Maybe you could try to understand.
I'm a man who needs you.

When I'm down, really down
Nothin' matters. Nothin' does.
I close my eyes to go to sleep,
But I can't sleep. I can't sleep.

You can listen to these songs,
Have a good time and walk away.
But for me it's not that easy.
I have to live these songs forever.

Please hear my cry for help, and save me from myself.

- Daniel Johnston

Monday, September 15, 2008

Bad Day

I thought I was having a bad day, until I stumbled upon a truly bad day.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Politics and Pro Wrestling

When I was a kid all these other kids watched "Pro Wrestling" These wrestlers would talk a lot of shit into a camera and the crowd would cheer them on, then the other guy would talk a bunch of shit and the crowd would cheer them on. Then they would get into a ring and "fight". All the while the whole fucking thing is rigged and the outcome predetermined. Why would anyone watch this shit? I have no clue. Even at 6 years old I didn't get it. I always thought it was stupid and obviously fake and rigged. I tried to watch it. I tried to believe it. I tried to find the quality and truth in it. I did not find it. So, I was alienated and ostracized from the Pay Per View Wreslemania club from that point on. No I did not miss it.
Now its 2008. I'm no longer 6 years old and I'm watching these National Conventions. Where 1 politician talks a bunch of shit and the crowd cheers him on. Then another Politician talks a bunch of shit and the crowd cheers them on. Then they have an election to determine the winner. All the while the whole thing is rigged and the outcome is predetermined. To think that you have any say in this bullshit television show is merely an illusion. Dream on.

Friday, September 5, 2008

If I wasn't broke I'd be broke

I don't want to do anything today
Everything i pick up, i put down.
I live on heat street with the laundry mats
They are building luxury lofts down the street.
This generation of irony is nauseating.
I live on heat street
and the concrete scalds calloused fingers scraping looking digging for something to do with the time
tiles melting on the wood paneling in 1974
This money
If I had money I'd spend it and have none
having fun
glorious fun
down highways and bi-ways on landscapes so beautiful my eyes cum and I'm blinded
once again in the sun
on a beach filled with cigarettes and bottle caps and people playing radios playing pop songs and they leave it up loud even during the commercials and the jelly fish swim away to eat the shit somewhere else and nobody is even swimming here anyways.

Thursday, September 4, 2008