Jarid drank too much. But I liked him. He was an artist.
“I’m painting the lesser known birds of the Northwest. The grayish brown ones that no one cares about. Not birds of prey. Not eagles. No hawks. Just dirty little birds that sing songs.”
I got to announce the names at California College of the Arts Fashion show again this year. Here is Amy Morrell showing off her horns. It was rad. As my mother says at the end of any letter she writes me, “If the teacup doesn’t knock the pot roast off the table, I’ll tell you the rest of the story later.”
So we played a show the other night at Kimo’s, a bar downtown that used to be the epicenter of San Francisco gay life. Now it is known for the transvestite hookers. After the show this fine creature came stumbling down the sidewalk saying, “They call us tranimals” and tried to seduce Doug by showing him she could do a full split. Doug’s girlfriend Jenny was there and sister swung the banjo case hard and fast and probably saved the whole band. Thanks Jenny.
This is a scene from the movie Zac shot the other day. The intestines are made out of paper towels and latex and red dye.
Doug is working out what is known as a “dolly shot” in the industry for a movie we are working on today. That’s the director, Zac, doing what is known as “dollying” in the industry with the luggage rack from the Motel Capri which is our location this afternoon.
we go to work and do the same thing every day and wonder what it’d be like to be really wealthy and not have to work. we dream about sleeping in late. having nice things to look at when we finally wake up. just lay in bed and enjoy the view. rich people have great views. for us it’s not so great.
She likes to shop. Even grocery shop. I never understood it. Guess it makes her feel like chopping wood makes me feel. But I don’t chop wood everyday. I don’t think it’d feel the same if I did. But she goes right on loving it.
I drove up into wine country today. Saw this guy at a street light. Just like back in the city he was standing there hollering at people who stopped for the light. Asking for money. But this being Napa Valley, he was trying to sell $5,000 bottles of wine. At the stop light.
I pulled over and talked to him. He didn’t appear insane. He just wanted “to raise some noise” about great deals on wine. Check Joshua out at thewineselection.org
Doug’s cat Bird caught a little mouse and brought it in the kitchen. It’s like when your parents first heard you have sex. They’re proud you’re all grown up but totally revolted at what you’ve done in their house.
I own about forty feet of trucks now. This is my mini-fleet. The white box truck is a 1992 GMC with an aluminum 12 foot box on the back. Bought it two days ago. You all know the brown bearded lady from yore.
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