Violence all around today...

I was stopped at a light behind a Black BMW and infront of that an average dirty beatup car similar to mine. I guess the BMW driver made a gesture to the driver infront of him and the other driver jumped out and ran back to his car. The BMW guy quickly rolled his window up, but electric windows aren't too fast compared to angry drivers and the guy was able to get his hand through the space and punch the driver. Then he said, "Got a problem now?"

Everyone around me today is gearing up for another L. A. Riot if the Police Officers get off for smacking around that slightly retarded kid. I heard that Slightly Retarded People will riot in the streets.

I rained a little last night, but just enough to make it really muggy all day.

I hope it rains some more. I left my windows down in my car just so it would rain.

We'll need rain to help put out the fires the new riot will cause.

I found a couple of neat books that I really fell into... One was called, "Raymond Chandler Speaking" just his letters to different people on different subjects. I liked it so much I read it all in one ass melting session. I was thinking how they got all his letters(?) Did he make carbon copies as he wrote them, or did they get them from all the folks he wrote to? Do people write letters anymore? Is it all e-mail? Do people save e-mail like they used to save letters? How do you know whose letters to save? What if they're not famous yet? Or if you just know they'll never be famous, do you save it anyway?

The other book I'm still reading is "Images: My life in Film" by Ingmar Bergman. It's really good. The guy shares everything about his feeling of himself. Very intimate. I picked this book up on the day of Bob Hopes death and a really weird thing happened... A few pages into the book he comments on Bob Hope's "Road to..." movies, even includes some still of Bob. That to me is strange to be reading that book at random on Hope's death-day and come across that mention of him and his work.

I was eating a salad today and bite the inside of my lips so hard I heard it crunch into the muscle. It then swelled up so big that I couldn't help but bite into it several more times while eating. It hurt so bad I thought I was going to cry. Then moment after eating I twisted my knee and fell. I didn't break my hip though, and that's a good thing.

Well, I'm going to be honest with you and tell you how I really hurt my knee...

I was laying on my back on the floor looking at some downloaded porn on my computer screen while masturbating. After I finished... and I finished big, I wiped up with a nice multi-ply paper napkin and casually tossed the wadded up bundle of lonely love goo onto the floor. I laid there a bit to cool off. Pulled up my undies and then heard my phone ring. I had been waiting for this call, so I quickly hopped up to get it because it was long distance and I didn't want to have to call them back on my dime. I wanted to make it to the phone in the other room before the answering machine picked it up.

I started to run but stepped onto my tissue of spooge and slipped falling backwards. I for a second thought I had stepped on a jellyfish. It had just that consistency. While trying to break my fall I twisted my knee around and landed right on the kneecap. Ouch!

I missed the important call, hurt my knee, disturbed the neighbors, spent needed money returning the call...

Who says Porn has no victims?