DAYS AND DOLLARS
The last couple of days have been unrelenting work. A column for LA CityBeat on the religious revolution, a retrospective on Robert Johnson’s King Of The Delta Blues singers for Mojo, and off course on with the novel. Too burned to say much except today is Christopher Walkin’s birthday, so maybe we should go around all day spontaneously tap dancing, talking without punctuation, and playing Russian roulette.
The secret word is Polymath
CRYPTIQUE – Johnnie Cochran is dead.
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005
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Maybe the real killers got him.
He's alive and on the lam.
this is all to much man
So, the Pope has a feeding tube up his nose.
I figure the Vatican will keep his meat body alive long after brain death. Perhaps they'll just rig him with animatronics and a speaker under his coat.
Hey, cool. My photo with a drink in my hand shows up on the comments. Cool. That's a cinamon liquer and hendricks gin martini, I think.
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