The Best Products

I was looking at kitchen faucets at a hardware store when an older fellow came up to me and said that the younger generation was killing him, that they wanted the best products but they didn't want to pay for them. I figured he was a handyman of some sort, and was talking from experience. I smiled at him but didn't say anything back.

Then the man said, “we blame the Jews,” and walked away. I didn't know what to say to that. I stood there dumbfounded. I sent my Jewish friend an email and told her what had happened at the hardware store. 
She emailed me back, “He had it half right, I do like the best products.” 

Corporations Aren't People

I had to cash a check. I was asked by the drawer to cash it at his bank for some unknown reason. I obliged. I entered the bank and everything was copacetic. The teller I approached was nice and fairly attractive. I was familiar with the bank. I had an account there for years before they changed their checking policies. I thought their new policies discriminated against poor people so I changed banks. I’m poor. It affected me. I’m happy with my new bank. It’s classy and there are no lines.

            Everything was going to plan. The transaction was being processed. Then, the teller started to play with her computer a little bit more then I wanted her to. She asked if I had an account with her bank. I told her that I had closed the account. She fiddled with her computer some more and finally said it would cost six bucks to cash the check. I thought to myself this is a multi-billion dollar bank and they're trying to chisel six bucks from me. Fat chance. If corporations are people, then they work for me.   

Last Gig In Venice

I did my last gig with the Venice band. Tree Man stopped by, but he seemed to be in a bad mood. It looked like he was overwhelmed by the attention he was getting. He was an unhappy tree, dead wood. He didn’t even bother to sing a song. He walked in and walked out.

            The General sang a song instead. The General is a Jamaican guy who thinks he’s Bob Marley. He isn’t. Once The General gets on stage it hard to get him off. He insisted that we play another song with him. We didn’t. The General is a good nickname for the guy. He does start to give orders.  He has a real high opinion of himself. He’s downright conceited. I’ve always thought of him as a Rasta poser. He’s probably not even from Jamaica. He could very well be from Venice Beach.