Recounting this latest afrontation/confrontation by/with a motorist yesterday has elements that are so similar with others past as to render it almost too boring to bother. But I have to get it out of my head so bear with me. Where: Eastbound on Pico Boulevard after crossing Catalina Street; at approximately mile No. 40 of …
This is how it ended with the sub-compact sedan full of four 20-something punks: Me saying “We’ve got to stop meeting like this. Either learn how to beat a red light or quit telling me to fuck off!” Then the driver of the car pulled a right onto Beaudry from 2nd and left me on …
So I’m biking in to work this morning, I’m in the homestretch heading south where Florence becomes Aviation above Manchester and there’s a red light. In the right-turn-only lane for Manchester there’s a car broken down with its hood popped open and its driver solemnly looking down upon the conked engine as if trying to …
So yesterday Susan and I head downtown to the Laemmle theaters on Fig north of Fourth to catch a matinee of “Casino Royale.” Unaccustomed to such gridlock-less convenience, we found ourselves with more than a half-hour before showtime and so went for a brief exploration of the Marriott Hotel, which sits atop the subterranean theaterplex. …
Early on into last night’s weekly bike boogie my crap pre-ride eating habits (or rather lack-of-eating habits) caught up with me and my blood/sugar level nosedived only a couple miles into the 17-miler that took us throught the dankiest and stankiest parts of Vernon, Maywood, and other parts previously unexplored. Plus I was an idiot …
In reading the story of the suspect arrested in the JonBenet Ramsey murder case in yesterday’s L.A. Times I turn to the inside and find a picture of a woman placing a note at the Georgia burial place of JonBenet’s mom Patsy (who died in June of this year from ovarian cancer). The note reportedly …
Here we go. Dogs get fleas. I get neighbors. More specifically rowdy craptastic decibel-loving punktard jackholes who repeatedly demonstrate their rank ability to disrespect anything but their own selfishly skewed perception of themselves at the centers of their own fucked up universes. This time I happen to be two houses south of that center. It’s …