The Connection

I called Bill the Google Master, aka: Bill the Smog Guru, for my eighty-three year mother. She needs a smog check and I wanted to make sure that she went to a reputable place. She insists on doing things herself, and calling Bill was the best I could do for her. 

Bill told me to tell her to go to Ace Smog Check in Eagle Rock and ask for a guy named Varoush or Fred, and tell them Bill sent her for the discount. 

I hung up the phone and wrote down the information and gave it to my mom. 
"Here you go, the place is called Ace Smog check and you’re to ask for a guy named Varoush or Fred and tell them Bill sent you.” I said.

“Varoush? She questioned.

“Yep, Varoush or Fred,” I reassured her.

The thought of my mother pulling up to the place, slowly getting out of her car,  and telling some guy named Varoush “Bill sent me” was enough to make me chuckle. 

Clasico

I was thinking of changing my name to Clasico. I’m pretty sure I'd can get away with anything I want with a name like Clasico. I get away with a lot now, but if my name was Clasico, I think the world would be my oyster.

For one thing, I’ve never heard anybody use the name Clasico before, it’s kind of like naming a kid Perfecto. It’s just not done. If I introduced myself as Clasico people would take notice that’s for sure. And it would be hard to say anything disparaging about me. If you called me an ass it wouldn’t be taken seriously with a name like Clasico. Well, maybe, but the name is bigger than the remark.

“I slept with Clasico and he was terrible.”

            It’s hard to believe a man named Clasico could be terrible in the sack. Clasico is Clasico, it couldn’t have been that bad.

How To Write a Song

I stay in a lot. I fiddle around with this and that. It used to be I spent a lot of time with the poem, but nowadays, with the advent of the blog, what ideas I had for for poems are now ideas for blogs. I was thinking of cherry picking the blogs and turning them into poems, but that sounds like a lot of work just to keep a format. If you replace the P in poet with a B from blog you get “boet,” and if you add the L from blog than you get “bloet” which sounds like “blow it” which is pretty much what a poet is anyways.

           I spent Sunday alone. I was working on a new song. The song is epic, but it doesn’t have any words, and the universe is being stingy, or I’m not listening, what ever the case, the song is taking longer to write than usual. I took a break from the song and laid down to read. I had the radio on. I can do both at the same time. A play by George Bernard Shaw came on the radio. I fell asleep almost immediately. There’s something about his plays that make me sleepy. I think it has to do with me trying to listen. I find myself trying to listen, trying to understand why he was so famous, and that makes me sleepy.