Monthly Archives: June 2004

I’m drifting around my apartment late for work. The sun is breaking through the morning fog in Hollywood, which means it’s my brief opportunity to get some sunlight before making my way to the gloomy beach. This dude I work … Continue reading →

I forgot to mention that while dining at Houston’s in Century City last night, Ron Jeremy walked his fat ass past my table.

I just got this instant message from a friend of a friend, who knows who I am, although we have never met face to face: “okay, i had a dream last night in which you and i were locked in … Continue reading →

I actually used the words “fantastic fruity” in a previous post. Shoot me.

Writer’s Block I had some story notes somewhere, but I seem to have filed them in a mystery location. Screw it, I don’t have a thing to say.