It looks as if Eddie Guerrero died this past weekend. No dice.
We got our Netflix going again. We had a little situation but we took care of it. Speaking of taking care of it, I was thinking of a plan being that we drive a black 96' Lincoln Town Car. I should find four Italian dude to dress in suits and slick back their hair and go driving around and screech to a halt by some people and get out and pretend they're about to beat them. Then, one of the guys will say, "It's not him." Then they'll all get back in and drive away. I think that's too much.
I took Jeanne to a job interveiw yesterday at the Marriott in Beverly Hills. So, while I waited, I sat at the Coffee Bean (Starbuck's with a mustache) and read. It was so LA it was kind of dumb: drinking cappuccinos (though I had just a regular coffee. Black.) and hanging out at a corporate coffee shop.
One other thing that is so LA that I forgot about until we drove by it, is there's this gym on Sepulveda by Santa Monica Blvd. I guess it's a high class gym. Anyway, they have valets. The gym has valets. "I just ran on a treadmill for one hour. I ain't walking down a flight of stairs to my car. Jose! Bring my BMW around."
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Come to think of it, Head, I think I remember you telling me about that gym. I think that was the last time I thought about the other one, too.
You're new material.
Your mom's old material. Ooooh!!! Hey, are you working day hours now?
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