the andy dick
memorial bust pool
is over.
too bad we suck.
(now pointless directions in this entry)
busted
So it’s late Sunday night and I spent the entire weekend sick with a cold and having 4 shows in a row ending last night and today looked at dogs all day and found a Rottie I just loved but the super-strict fuckos at the rescue org would only let it go to a home with another dog. Fine. Nevermind.
So I’m dead tired and have 2 minutes in which to write.
I won (link certain to be outdated soon) my ass Best New Journal. Cool. Thank you all who voted for me. I hope this isn’t like the Best New Artist Grammy, meaning a kiss of death. Like Christopher Cross. Like Milli Vanilli. Oh let’s hope not. Tons of other cool people won awards, and other cool people did not. I’m glad I did. That’s all I have to say on the subject. Thanks.
So our arrest pool (see left column) is actually over and we all suck. We lost. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted. However, just Friday we had two cool star crimes to report (though neither made our list, though in retrospect they probably should have).
Jay-Z maybe stabbed a record guy over bootleg discs. Rumor has it he said a line from the Godfather as he did it: "You broke my heart." Cool.
And my man J.P. drunk-drove his Porsche into a pole here in Hollywood. Broke his buddy’s arm. Fucked up his Porsche. Claimed he, "swerved to avoid a deer".
Dude, I used that excuse when I was 17.
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