Tomorrow I’m meeting with some people from the city. We’re scheduled to discuss the prostitution problem in my neighborhood. We don’t have streetwalkers and pimps, we have massage parlors. We have massage parlors that no one ever enters from the street. We have massage parlors that use their rear entrances with free parking. We have
Recently I mentioned on Facebook that I’d be visiting Pueblo, Colorado. It was met with a chorus of why’s, most with a disparaging tone. I get it. When people think of visiting Colorado they think Aspen or Vail, possibly Durango or Breckenridge, but people in Los Angeles don’t think, “I’ll go to Pueblo, Colorado today.”
Over the weekend I met a lady in the baby business. We chatted a bit about her career and I was impressed, as anyone would be. She’s bright and hardworking, she’s the kind of lady you want to listen to and learn from. Then she talked about social media and crowdsourcing photos. I smiled conspiratorially
Maybe you saw a video I posted to Facebook very late Wednesday night. It was simply captioned: I’m going to set my house on fire. Because that seemed reasonable at the moment. In fact, it’s still sort of a good idea. So yeah… we’re not great with vermin and didn’t help the cause at all.
I came home with a 2017 428i and an envelope with approximately $3,000 cash, the final five dollars of which were in quarters. Mr. G looked at me baffled, it’s not an unusual look for him when I share the events of my days. He noted that this didn’t happen to other people and that my