ShagmoorLounge

July 31, 2005

My dad called my chick to find me. She told him to fuck off and that if he ever called her again she'd get a restraining order on him. He said to tell me my mom's in the hospital for anxiety and exhaustion. My chick said yeah, so? and hung up on his ass. God, I love her.

When I get done here I'm going straight back to the LBC to make her smile. She can't help laughing at my one-legged dance. It's a killer. I'm learning how to twirl my pimp cane like a cheerleader.

Fuck I'm so busy. I can't turn down the work. I'm up here in Bev Hills signing off on a huge porn project. What's that? You thought Porn stayed in the Valley. Tricks are for kids, dumb ass. I'm gonna need a lot of help on this one. I'll call Eddie and Dickie and throw them dogs some bones. I can't ask Goth to do any more for me.

I got a letter yesterday from the hospital people telling me to come in and finish filling out a pile of forms taller than my truck so I can get registered into a victtim of violence program and they'll pay all my medical bills and give me some walkaround cash for lost work and wages. Fuckin' A. That Carey chick sure knows how to go about it.

The Shadow knows 1:19 PM
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