I got rear ended the other day. Coming around a bend on Laurel Canyon, suddenly everyone was at a stop. I skid on my breaks, and I heard the truck behind me do the same.
Except followed by a crunch. And a “shit”. (verbally. Not the other way.)
He was a nice guy. The guy who hit me.We laughed about it. He asked if I was okay. “Sure” I said. If you are going to get into a fender bender, may as well be able to laugh about it. It is life in LA after all.
Lots of people pissed about not getting into the Rocko event. I appreciate that it’s so popular, but cut me some slack. The tickets have been on sale for a month. I kept saying it was a small theatre. The people who bought tickets should be guaranteed a place to sit. The people at Shout Factory may bring in a film crew. I was going to arrange it myself, but , hey, it would be a win win if they take it on.
In the process of working with some people developing an app for my first issue of the Frog in a Suit Comic book. It’s an interesting process. We will see in the long run.
The heat still keeps on. Dry as a bone. The cactus’s at my house are even thirsty. The fans on my computers sound like they are going to break free and fly around the room shaving an ear off. It’s Van Gogh heat.