Bill's LTD

            I stopped by Bill’s to say hello, Bill’s always interesting to talk to. He likes to give me a tour of his facility and update me on the cars he’s working on. He has it bad for cars. He's looking to buy a Mustang to restore.  I’m not sure there’s a tremendous amount of money in it for him. I think its more a labor of love than anything else.

            Bill was out test-driving his nineteen sixty-seven Ford LTD. The car was re-built from the ground up. It looks sharp. He came to a stoplight and a kid pulled up next to him. Bill glanced over at the kid. The kid gave the car the once over and then looked at Bill and said “sick.”

Coming From Me

            I woke up this morning and checked my blog. I like to check it from time to time to see who’s reading it and where they’re reading from, I’ve gone global. It’s interesting to see where people read from.

            I don’t usually check the actual blog, but this morning I did. I was horrified by an advertisement on my page. It was an ad for Rand Paul an American politician. I was angered by it. Who the hell does this guy think he is? I don’t support him. How do I get rid of it? I did some Google research, and clicked on this and clicked on that to get rid of it. I went back to my blog to see if my efforts were fruitful and a pro-life ad had taken its place. I’m being infiltrated! The pesky mother-fer’s. I went back and clicked some more. I blocked ads that were disagreeable to me. I blocked family and community, and much of a heading described as sensitive.  From now on anything disagreeable on my blog will be coming from me. 

Venice Beach

            I played the show last night in Venice Beach. I hadn’t been to Venice in sometime; I’d forgotten how wild it is out there. The bar was on the boardwalk, and there were hoards of people walking about. I got through the set all right. I flubbed a couple of songs, but what do you expect. The leader of the band was calling out songs that weren’t on the set list, and the guitar player was telling me the chord changes in my ear. C-D-E, it was comical. The guitar player is a self admitted ex-crack head, so on a few occasions he’d forget the changes and leave me hanging, B-A- ahhh.. I did my best.

            At one point while in the middle of a song I looked out the window and I saw a homeless woman on the boardwalk. She was dressed head to toe in white and was wearing a big white hat. It was more like a sign than a hat. It was perfectly shaped. It read “Taxi”.