“We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.”
Charles Bukowski
Archive for July, 2006
Your Zen From Charles Bukowski
July 31, 2006Posted in General | 5 Comments »
Algebra in the Hollywood Hills
July 31, 2006Before speaking to Karl, the scruffy coyote scratched behind his ear and then casually sniffed at a fallen pinnate-leaved branch from a jacaranda tree.
“Somebody pissed on it already,” the coyote complained. “I love the pure smell of jacaranda.”
The animal was blocking Karl’s path on the fire road that lead to the underground bunker two miles [...]
Posted in L.A. Stories, Short Stories | Tags: coyotes, Hollywood Hills, LA fiction, Los Angeles, magical realism, short fiction, Writers, Writing | 6 Comments »
"What’re You Looking At, Sugar Tits?"
July 30, 2006Get your updated Mel Gibson fix below.
And Volume 1, Number 2 of my Taco Crime Blotter is up and running at L.A. Taco. Give it a read here.
Posted in L.A. Stories, True Crime | 2 Comments »
Searching For "The Poet"
July 28, 2006Some people get compulsive about the series finale of their favorite TV show. I get compulsive about books. It’s all relative.
Back in May of 2004, the latest object of my literary obsession was Michael Connelly’s 1996 novel “The Poet”, to date the only stand alone novel the former Los Angeles Times crime reporter had penned [...]
Posted in Books & Literature, L.A. Stories | Tags: Glendale, Glendale bookstores, LA fiction, Los Angeles, Michael Connelly, short fiction, Writers, Writing | 3 Comments »
Too Much Jesus Juice For "Passion of the Christ" Director
July 28, 2006UPDATED
Mel Gibson, 50, was arrested on suspicion of drunken driving at 2:36 a.m. Friday, according to the Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department.
The actor-director was detained while driving along Pacific Coast Highway in Malibu, said Steve Whitmore, a spokesman for the sheriff’s department. Gibson was booked and later released from custody.
“Right now, it’s an ongoing investigation,” [...]
Posted in L.A. Stories, True Crime | 5 Comments »
Cellular
July 27, 2006“Listen to yourself, Norman. Listen to how jaded you’ve become.”
“I’m not jaded!” Norman insisted. He was speaking from his car phone somewhere in the Santa Clarita Valley.
“You’re trying to tell me that a 27-year old porn star is old enough to play a middle aged woman, someone’s aunt no less.”
“She is older,” Norman persisted. “Twenty-seven [...]
Posted in The Trace Stories | Tags: cell phones, flash fiction, LA fiction, Los Angeles, Rodger Jacobs, short fiction, The Trace Stories, Writers, Writing | 6 Comments »

