Ambushed

Last weekend my friend invited me to Ladies Night at her yacht club in Sausalito. Turns out it was Ladies Who Like The Ladies Night.

Time Heals All...

Yesterday I talked to a friend who is having a hard time getting used to living in a third world country. Then I talked to another friend who is having a hard time getting used to her new BMW. Some things just take time.

Angel

One of my angels showed up in the form of a CHP officer the other day. I was driving home on the freeway and the traffic slowed then picked back up. I was in the fast lane and my old car has a hard time catching back up. I looked in my rear view mirror and there was a $60,000.00 red BMW on my tail. The guy was driving so close behind me I couldn't see his headlights. I looked down and I was going 70 mph. I figured that was fast enough plus my car doesn't like to go much faster than that and I was still going faster than the traffic in the other lanes. Then, from out of nowhere, there was a motorcycle cop driving between lanes next to the sports car. The officer leaned over and looked in the window of the BMW and motioned with his hand to "back off and slow down." Then he was gone again.

Resurrection

There is a little bit of Africa right outside my house. And, no, I don't mean the man who robbed me at gunpoint is back. Well, maybe. I was walking home Easter day and I witnessed a shootout. I froze and waited to see if it would get worse. Like waiting to see if an earthquake is going to stop or go on. I was on my way home from the annual Hunky Jesus contest in Dolores Park. There was a Jesus carrying a large wooded H. He got up on stage and threw candy to the crowd. He was Sweet Jesus H Christ! Then there was the black Jesus. He was MLKJ. The winner was not a Hunky Jesus but rather a Funky Jesus. He turned his big cross into a base guitar and rocked the crowd.

Seconds

I've decided that second hand clothes are a lot like second hand smoke. They smell like someone else.

An Ocean Apart

I've been watching Brazilian movies lately like Bus 174 and Elite Squad. I've decided not to watch anymore Brazilian movies and watch Portuguese movies instead. Portuguese movies and boring romantic films that put you to sleep. Brazilian movies are horror flicks that give you nightmares.

RIP Bill

My dad's friend was on his way down from Oregon to go to my opening on the 9th and he died on the bus. He was a high plains drifter. It was the perfect place for him to fall asleep and not wake up. We should all be so lucky.