Archive for March, 2009

27
Mar

Don’t Talk to Cops

Mr. James Duane spitting hot, legal fire.

Or, as Bodie put it on The Wire, “Lawyer, motherfucker.”

23
Mar

The kids in Hollywood who sell Star Maps?

Downsized.

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19
Mar

That’s gold, Jerry. Gold.

Ladies and gentlemen…Steve Hytner.

04
Mar

This is why I love the city

And not just specifically Los Angeles.  Any city.  Nothing personal, hamlets, towns and unincorporated municipalities.  You just don’t have enough crazies.  Once you get a sufficient number of human beings living within a concentrated area, there are more than enough people walking around with a few screws loose to make even the most mundane tasks entertaining.  Or, maybe I’m writing this person off too hastily?  Maybe I’m doing exactly what those heartless, manipulating bastards at the Centers for Disease Control want me to do?  This was written on the wall of The Saban Free Clinic.  This guy might have stumbled onto some global conspiracy that’s masquerading as various non-profit health organizations.

Or, he could just be a psycho with a green crayon.  Yeah, I’m gonna go with that one.




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