Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Home for the Holidays



I"m heading home to Boston for Thanksgiving. Not sure how much Boston really is my home anymore. I still have a lot of love for the place. I just feel like nothing can take the place of where I'm at right now. I love LA. I really do. It's tough for me to leave this place. It's November for christ sake and I run on the beach everyday and try and surf twice a day. What the hell do I want to go back east and freeze my face. (It's not that cold there). I'll tell you why I'm going home. To see my friends, and I have the best of em. I'm sure I'll run into my family at some point. Would love to see my dad and the crew over at 50 Bailey. I just can't believe I pulled the trigger and bought some half priced cheap plane ticket that most likely has me sitting in the airplane bathroom next to a 400 pound lady who looks like Precious.

Every time I do make it home, I always feel like I need to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. I'm not really sure why? I love seeing people and catching up on what everyone is doing, but isn't that what Facebook and all those other bullshit networking websites are for anyway? Oh well. I'm optimistic about getting back. I can't believe I haven't been back in two years. Time flies when your living your life and being constipated.

It's all about living in the moment, and that's what I'm gonna do. Hope the booze doesn't get a hold of me there. I don't think it will. I can't drink for shit anymore. Ryan save some of those hash brownies.

See you soon Boston... You better be welcoming and not get me in trouble.

Friday, October 16, 2009

Booze, you loose

I'm not really sure if that's true. I feel like booze can give you the edge to have fun. I had fun last night. I ended up on my sofa eating a breakfast burrito from the production office. Not sure if it was good or not, but the fart I blasted this morning was delicious. I'm going home to LA today. I'm re-naming the shuttle to Vancouver "Xanax Express". Get after it. Stephanie, nice work. You never really picked anything up, but your made some good phone calls. Yes, there will be food at the meeting you fat ass.

Go with Jesus.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

One more day

The weather is shit up here today. I'm ready to get this thing over with. I'm really looking forward to seeing my old lady and getting some quality sleep. Funny thing happens to me on the road, I can't get a good shit schedule going. I get backed up for days sometimes. I've been eating good. (Lotta salads and vegetables) And yet still feel like I have a cinder block on top of my bladder. I'm sleeping here due to general tiredness. We are forecasted some rain and snow. Bring it on motherfucker.

Things are good. I'm thinking about going home to Boston for a bit. I'm for sure going to sleep in for a couple days next week.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Let's Go!!

4 more days and I'm outta here. Going home 10 pounds lighter along with a ton of clarity. I'm enjoying the North, but I want to sleep in my own bed, see my old lady, and go for a surf. Oh yeah, if I never see mulch again, that's cool.

Quick question? If you're having a bad day, does that give you the right to be a douche? And, is being to nice a sign of weakness? Couple of good ones for you. My answers are no and yes. In that order.

One more. If people don't like you, should you care? In my experience, it seems to really bother people if someone doesn't like them. I'm not saying I don't give a fuck. I just tend to make sure that I don't give a fuck.

Go Celts!

Friday, October 09, 2009

One week out



Well, I've been on the road for the past 8 weeks, and yet another show is about to come to an end. It's been a good trip for me. I took to the time to give the booze a break and put some time into hitting the pavement. (running) I usually set out to drink less and run more on the road. Being away from home gives you that time to focus on work and exercise (at least for me). The people I work with think I'm a fucking weirdo, even my boss gets a kick out of busting my balls. I get self-concious about it sometimes, but I also have to laugh when I realize I've only been to two bars here and haven't gone out to dinner once. (I am a lunatic). I think I might just be obsessive compulsive when it comes to setting my mind to things. It's all worked out great. I'm in better shape, I'm focused on work, and I'm ready to get home and surf like a maniac.

Getting back East is one of my big goals for the holidays. I really miss my friends and family. I'm hoping to be less selfish by pulling myself away from the beach and cruising to Boston and NYC to catch up with the people that are closest to me.

Anyway, one week left. Gonna finish up strong and get black-out drunk at the wrap party.

See you back in LA.

Sunday, October 04, 2009

Who cares when you've got cash



Let me start by saying “ It’s been a while”. I’m not much of a writer anymore. The more I think about it, who really gives a shit what anyone has to say? I truly believe that what a person thinks within himself or herself is what’s right. Or at least you can dupe people into believing what you say is valid. It all comes down to morals and what kind of person you are. You can think you’re a good person, but you might not be. People can tell you you’re a good person, and you still might not be. It’s all about perception. Who people see you as, as you see yourself, and who you really are.

So, is what I say good or bad? I just think it’s for me. I put it out there, and if you feel like reading it, do so. If not, lovely.

Let’s start with David Letterman. Now here’s a guy who’s been on television for at least 30 years. The man has made a career out of coming into peoples homes every night, telling a few jokes during his monologue and interviewing celebrities.

Now you take some stupid fuck who thinks blackmailing people actually works in this day and age. (Blackmail and Murder are pretty much the same when it comes to getting away with either. Only stupid people attempt these crimes.) So the guy puts Dave on the spot and claims he knows about trysts he’s had with former employees. (I say employees, because I’m pretty sure Dave has banged several of his staff over the years. It’s an unwritten rule. Dave bangs staff and nobody talks about it.)

My point is, Dave’s been in a (supposedly) monogamist relationship with a women for the past 23 years. He has a 5-year-old son with this woman, and the repercussions he will have to deal with will be minuscule.

I watched Dave come out to his audience about this extortion attempt. He paraphrased what was pre-written for him and attempted to make jokes about the situation. After he made a couple of these fucking stupid comments, the audience applauded him. That’s what you call: Looking for validation, or personal self-fulfillment. I find it a little pathetic. The man is a sociopath for sure. (My opinion)

Famous people have no repercussions in their lives anymore.

Dave will get off with a slap on the wrist and some marriage counseling. His job will stay his, his staff will pat him on the back, and all will be well again in Letterman Land.

The next big headline will steal his thunder and he will be back to wearing those ill-fitting suits, telling stupid jokes that he didn’t write to people who aren’t really laughing. Depressing right?

One more semi-famous asshole that might finally get his is Roman Polanski. Now this jack off raped a 13 year old. He drugged her, threw her in a hot tub, and hit her in the seat. He then fled the country for the next few decades. Now he get’s clipped and he wants out of jail. He’s willing to pay over a half a million dollars just to make things right with the women he backdoor'd 30 years ago.

Fucking people need to realize, they must be responsible for their actions. Famous people especially.

Ted Kennedy killed Mary Jo Kopechne. The guy does minimum time (if any) and gets off Scott-free. He then writes in his book on his deathbed. “I’m so sorry. I should have handled it better”. Ya think so? Fucking asshole. You lived the charmed life, and at the end you want to be remembered as a great man. Not a womanizer who accidently killed campaign worker.

All these kinds of things happen in everyday people’s lives also. Its not as publicized and I’m sure the same amount of pain is felt between everyone involved.

I do however feel that people should be held accountable. I’ve been called out on a million things. I’ve felt like shit for a long time (still do) and had to make amends with people. I’ve never killed anyone and I’ve certainly never backdoor’s a 13 year old. But I’ve done shit that I’ve regretted and made sure that I learned from it and I hope have became a better person for it.

I really don’t give a fuck about Dave Letterman or Roman Polanski. I just hope they get what’s coming to them. And if not, everything comes out end. Just ask Ted.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

MJ is fully dead


The whole "Michael Jackson Thing" has me a bit perplexed. I mean, people do realize that not less than 4 years ago the guy was on trial for child molestation. When I actually think about that, I say to myself "FUCK THAT GUY". Now-he was never actually convicted of the charges, but neither are was OJ and we all know that motherfucker killed his wife and that other stupid bastard who was looking to get a piece of ass that fateful night.

What I'm essentially saying is this... We tend to forget about these very essential things when a super star asshole like MJ bites the dust. His drug problem is a whole other can of worms. They guy was obviously on fucking drugs. I mean he dressed up like a four star general half the time. His best friends were a bunch of kids (that he claimed were his, but we of course know that none of those kids had any of the guys DNA what so ever.) He had lived in a place called Never Land Ranch that doubled as his bait for kids to come up, pet the animals, ride the rides ( some, in more ways than one.), and have sleep-overs. Let me ask you this--
What 40+ year old guy has sleep-overs at his house with kids from you neighborhood? Nobody, that's who. You want to know why? BECAUSE IT ISN'T FUCKING BEHAVIORALLY RIGHT, THAT'S WHY.

I'm not saying the man didn't make great music, because he did. 10 Fucking years ago. I think people put that nut on a pedestal and made him believe that he was the greatest thing ever. That is actually what took him out.

He had no sense of how people in this society (the real world) functioned. He never had to do his own laundry. He didn't have to get up at 5 in the monrning to do manual labor, he never even had to drive himself anywhere. He was a fuck up... But people told him he was great.

I'm not happy the mans dead, and I'm not sad. My life will go on as it always does.

But do me a favor. Stop clogging up my iternet, my TV, and my newspapers with this shitheads life story. We all fucking know it.

Billie Jean, Beat it, Bad, adopt a monkey, Changing color,bad plastic surgery, and that's where it ends. All the other shit is just filler. He made pop music for christ sake. He didn't cure cancer. Did he help some people? Sure. Did he hurt some kids? Not a doubt in my mind.

Michael Jackson's dead. Let him stay that way.

I'm sure he's got some vault of unreleased music that some other scumbag has his hands on and is planning to put it all out to benefit only himself.

That's just the way it goes.

So see ya later asshole. You put on a little show for us all. No go with god... I mean it. Go fucking some place that isn't in my everyday life.

Thank you.