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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • December 27, 2011 11:49 pm
            stickyisaslut: Hello Lovers! Did we all survive the holidays? Is everyone okay? I almost didn’t make it after a day filled with disappointing people and basketball games and lack of sex and Mary Jane but somehow, someway the Clippers ended up winning and I ended up at a strip club with three guys drinking vodka tonics and toasting other patrons while wearing a red sweater brown slacks and red wine-stained lips. I know, I know. It was a Christmas miracle! As a treat I bought myself Jade Bos’ books, Hookers or Cake & Hookers or Cake II and scored this swell t-shirt. The books fit me better than the shirt but it’s cool because Bukowski’s on it, boozing, which is perfect so I altered it and I love it and the books too as I’m almost done with the second one and I only got them in the mail on like, Friday. Speaking of Friday, why is it only Tuesday? Why are we working at all? My boss is skiing and my coworker is in Italy and I’m on Wilshire Blvd. trapped up in my silver tower like Rapunzel and god if only my hair was that long. I tell myself that one of these days I’ll have to stop bleaching it and stop smoking and stop fucking and having a good time and yes, I know getting healthy is important but so is getting happy. How do we weigh one against the other? That’s a question I’ll answer when I’m 30 and no, I don’t want to talk about how that’s only three and a half years away. Peace, love and good sex my friends <3 Sticky Wow,  I suddenly feel like the most interesting man in the world just gave me a big thumbs up. (note to self - next time, invisible shirts)

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            Hello Lovers!

            Did we all survive the holidays? Is everyone okay? I almost didn’t make it after a day filled with disappointing people and basketball games and lack of sex and Mary Jane but somehow, someway the Clippers ended up winning and I ended up at a strip club with three guys drinking vodka tonics and toasting other patrons while wearing a red sweater brown slacks and red wine-stained lips. I know, I know. It was a Christmas miracle!

            As a treat I bought myself Jade Bos’ books,  &  and scored this swell t-shirt. The books fit me better than the shirt but it’s cool because Bukowski’s on it, boozing, which is perfect so I altered it and I love it and the books too as I’m almost done with the second one and I only got them in the mail on like, Friday.

            Speaking of Friday, why is it only Tuesday? Why are we working at all? My boss is skiing and my coworker is in Italy and I’m on Wilshire Blvd. trapped up in my silver tower like Rapunzel and god if only my hair was that long. I tell myself that one of these days I’ll have to stop bleaching it and stop smoking and stop fucking and having a good time and yes, I know getting healthy is important but so is getting happy. How do we weigh one against the other? That’s a question I’ll answer when I’m 30 and no, I don’t want to talk about how that’s only three and a half years away.

            Peace, love and good sex my friends <3

            Sticky

            Wow,  I suddenly feel like the most interesting man in the world just gave me a big thumbs up. (note to self - next time, invisible shirts)

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