Over and Over and Over and Over Again Now...

It's almost 1pm on Monday, February 24.  In less than 24 hours, I'll be on my way to the airport, and about a day after that, I'll be a resident of Taipei City, Taiwan.  That's for real...

I'm slowly getting my possessions packed, dispersed or spray-glued into my Journal, and next on the agenda is heading to Pavilion's to pick up some Spaghetti-Os for my upcoming temporary host Stephanie.  Past that, I really don't know what the hell to do with myself this afternoon.  My calf just exploded as it has a tendency to do these days, so I'm a Limpy-Lucas until I get it proper stretched out or massaged.

Anyone wanna buy my bike?  My guitar?  My stilts?  My blue suitcase full of framed illustrations, tax information and 4-track cassette tapes?  YES NO CIRCLE ONE.

I can't go hiking, which I really sorta wanted to do.  But maybe I can, which makes me think I only sorta sorta want to do it.  Really, these days it's been hard to tell the difference in those two.

Be good out there, Babies.
-LS^2

Dennis and Sweet Dee

In checking in with AOL News this morning, I was informed that I've most likely been using Reynold's Wrap all wrong.  My general approach is to unroll between 15-20 yards of foil, cover it in latex-saturated towelettes, cook it for 40 minutes in an industrial rubber oven, spray it with a 50/50 mix of moisturizing cream and Stoli, crinkle it up, cover my body in it, let it settle to form a cast of my body, let sit for 3 hours, punch up the groin area, mail it to Vlassic and request that my likeness by their new spokesthing.  Now tell me, AOL, is that what you had in mind?

This morning, I was riding my bike down Hollywood Blvd. when I saw John Ennis.  He looks great.  It was quite the thing, as just the day before, my mate Rollin told me that they were performing together in a piece at Second City on Sunday.  So when I saw him, I shouted "Rollin Perry!"  This caught his attention and I explained why I shouted someone else's name at him.  He understood and sang Rollin's praises.  I then mentioned that we had in fact met before through Stacey, my boss at Argentum.  "Oh yeah, Stacey.  I love that guy.  And now I love you too."  I thanked him for his kind words and he invited me to his show on Sunday.  "I'll try and make it."  As his light turned to Walk, he left me with this: "If you ever need anything, let me know.  I'll do anything you want."  For fuck's sake, his kindness wins.  He wins.  John Ennis wins.  And when John Ennis wins, we all win.  So congratulations.  You won.

I'm ready to play some disc golf with The Funk Bros.
-LS^2

Impending Reeves

It's been a minute.  And to you-my thirsty babies-I apologize.  I've been interviewing like madness and trying to narrow down where I will move.  My back?  Get off it.

I got the hungers.  I want breakfast.  Nowish.  I should have bought more snoovie fixin's Monday.  Oranges and kale, that's what I'm dealin' with.

Gotta give some shit away to Goodwill.  Last time I went there, there was a fight in the parking lot-the second fight I saw that day.  The first one left my bike stomped by a 90 pound homeless boy.  After all was said and done, all pieces of all parties were still in place and functional.

I'm still tired.

I'm still hungry.

Gotta walk Judy now.

Kiss,
-LS^2 

 Drama Queen.

Arlen at Runyon.

 

Charming street art.

Some of the cloudy majesty
of Runyon.