Wednesday, September 13, 2006



Cut the sleeves off your lumberjack shirt and drive to San Francisco. Shop at the Haight-Ashbury Gap. At the house in Oakland we ate plum preserves and talked about god. Stopping at the Taqueteria the grandmother stared at me as I ate my barbecued pork ribs. Was I doing it wrong?



In Los Angeles, big beautiful cars go very fast. Echo Park. The Watts towers are in Watts. USC=The University of South Central. Wealth is in the hands of the white elite. Bleach bottle blonde, "today we wear flats, skirts and a white top." Shantytown USA has sheet metal roofs and chickens in the front yard. We ooh'd and ah'd over the screenwriter's couch but never called her back. "That's the armory" he said. "During the riots a few years back it was nice to know it was there."

"I mostly listen to, like, melodic hardcore."

The Burbank Ikea. Laurel Canyon. Mulholland Drive. The Santa Monica Freeway, the I5 and Rosecranz boulevard. Two hours in traffic. LA's only Reggaeton and Hip-Hop station!

"I just wish you would treat me right, the way I treat you because I love you"

"Yeah you tell him girl. Carlos, if you're listening, this song's for you."