Drinking Is Fun! It Makes Me Feel

He Was In Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Which Is Another Weird Quirk Of Rich Old Men. Just One Of The Guys Here. Blue Jeans And A Work Shirt, Salt Of The Earth, Working Man Like Yourself. Like They're Somehow Uncomfortable About Being Rich Enough To Sleep In A Bed Made Of Vaginas Being Pulled Around The Town At Night By A Fleet Of Gold-covered Midgets.

Don't Live With Writers. Writers Are Bastards.

You're Miserable, Edgy And Tired. You're In The Perfect Mood For Journalism.

Los Angeles Had No Culture Of Its Own, Just A Large Collection Of Misreadings Of The Artistic Histories Of Other, Proper Cities.

I Was Having A Mildly Paranoid Day, Mostly Due To The Fact That The Mad Priest Lady From Over The River Had Taken To Nailing Weasels To My Front Door Again.