How the west was won.

You may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer.

-The Beatles.

We’ll never die.

-Looking Glass.

The girls have gone to the swap meet to pick up Freda’s new rollerskates.The sky is low and if I was smart I would be out running before it burns off again Listening to Leaf hound,eating almonds and trying not to throw this computer into the wall.The space bar jams up and makes steam come out of my ears.

I was riding a dear friend about her training or lack of.She shot back that if I updated this beast that she would get moving.Step away from the play station and sweat baby…I only yell at those I love.

I have not won the west yet but I am working on it. I know that I am home because no one answers your calls unless there is something instantly gratifying in it for them and people talk about everything in great detail until the moment has passed along with the buck and nothing is done but blame laying and finger waving

.I would make a fortune if I started a "Passive aggressive’s" anonymous in LA.

Much like Randy Newman, I too love LA.

Hell,its not so bad.Looking Glass just came on my I-pod.

(Here’s my navel…wanna look?)

All you really get is angry and that ain’t so cute.Not that cute was where you were heading towards at any given point but a girl needs a bit of hot pink sparkle trimmed whateverness even if it is on the inside.

Let me tell you about the malaise that I have that is flaring like an SOS signal, feels like your balls are being squeezed and your only home now for a holy 7 days.

Allergic to company.

You know better than most that jaded is a cover for afraid.Your too un-cool to be jaded.No hope there but fear still makes an unscheduled appearance nightly.You find yourself walking round with your headphones on and no music playing just so people wont talk to you.

You do nothing but question motives.You have learned well young Jedi…

Your temper is more pathetic than anything else.

So here I am back in LA Running everyday by what my mate Christian calls "The drainage ditch"otherwise known as the Los Angeles river. I run under 4 dirty shitstained  bridges and back again. Blisters the size of  fists on the arches of my feet. The bums and crazies seem to dig my fat ass and smile and wave as my eyes water at the ammonia stench that they omit so heavily that they are visible to the eye like pig pens squiggly stinkwaves.But I always wink and pound on dreaming over another level of unhinged glory.

Allen just showed upon and rubbed my shoulders for 10 minute…bliss.When ever I get a massage it piles drives how angry I am all the time even when I think that  I am  not.I store it all in walnut sizes knots along my upper back.He has gone out to play with the dogs so back to you and this endless bullshit that I spew.

You find yourself tender around volume and company.Just your luck to have it poke its head out now.11 days till the show.Looks like you are going to be singing " Äce of spades" with Lemmy .In your head you go all the way back to high school, mired in time , the V-8 powered dope smoke shrouded date rape central that you once called home.

You catch sight of your acne scarred visage in a window,your huge frame marred by fat and lumbering and somehow you know that shit will get better if you can survive it, survive this tour of unwelcome duty through an unforgiving youth.

And you did.And here you are.

The Whiskey au go-go.

The stage sweated upon by all your masters. Led Zeppelin doing 5 triumphant nights in a row while Miss Pamela and her posse panted like puppies in the heaving undulating front row fogged on chalky Quaaludes and the thought of wanton delights waiting back at the Riot house on Sunset after the show…..

Ánd on another lost night?….  Ray Manzeracks haunted fender Rhodes driving everybody’s favorite leather clad Dionysian god to greater heights of motherfucking father killing glory…

 Iggy contorting and haunting gravity, abdominal and cock like a compass lead to Ron’s sexual sonic riff thuggery like a fuck fueled David come to life.

Tommy Lee and crew in the 80’s shuffling hair sprayed into every strippers heart on the strip…..and now you…..

Excuse me while I go and throw up.

I tell myself than I am going to talk to you,tell you more.This is a warning.This is foreplay,this is the 1st shoe shuffling date…can I hold your hand? You hair smells amazing….

M

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